“Or had the stones lied? Hildy cupped the cold pebbles in her hands and tossed them across the worn planks of her table. They tumbled and bounced, stopping before sliding onto the dirt floor, shining in the fading firelight. Outside, thunder cracked and storm clouds roiled, but here within her hut, she studied the rocks, and for the first time in her life, she doubted what fortunes she read. She'd seen in the pebbles' placement that one of the baron's daughters was to die, though she didn't know... which, and now ... now the stones said that there might be another as well... two children killed or maimed from Castle Lawenydd. Her old heart was dark with fear, her blood cold as the sleet falling outside. Could she tell the baron? Could she not? From habit, she deftly sketched the sign of the cross over her chest. If only Joseph would return, or she would hear from Kiera or Elyn. "Please be with them," she whispered in a quick prayer as she scooped up the stones and placed them into her tattered bag.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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