The banging and growling-that must be Harlowe. She’d seen his face when he pulled the cloth from her head. Harlowe had caught her when she’d been pushed into the well house. The racket was terrific, making it hard to think. She found herself ducking, her hands over her head as if she were afraid the next blow would land on her. She was shoved aside, and then there was a frantic pounding at the door. “But you could take me there, I think,” Rowan said.…įreya froze as the well house was plunged into darkness, compounding her disorientation from the cloth that had been over her eyes. A mortal would have to journey to the Grey Lands and ask the Fairy King to let her go, but that’s dangerous and quite impossible besides.” “The King of the Fairies has stolen the lady Marigold away to the Grey Lands,” said Ash, “and left a changeling elf in her stead.”Īsh laughed.
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