Dr Simon
Explorer
The girl listens calmly to the advice.
"Perhaps it's as you say," she says. "I've carried it for nine months. Even if this child is unnatural it is still part of me." She looks to Myfanwy. "I've heard others mention the dreams," she says. "people kept it secret at first, but once it was known, suddenly everyone claims to have dreamed of the man with the golden hair and green eyes. Or the woman. When I told Old Nesta about what I've told you, she mentioned something about the ghost in the forest. But she died of the sickness soon after."
Meanwhile, at the Chapel:
"Ah now," says Brother Breandan sadly. "I can't be helping you with the second one, I'm afraid. It seems that everyone who claims to have seen the walking dead dies of the disease soon after. But maybe young Rhonabwy will recover now that your sharp-tongued druidess has worked her skills. I'll take to where he was taken ill, perhaps you'll be able to find something. Just a moment." Breandan pulls on a heavy dark winter cloak and draws the chapel door to.
Then he leads Quint back across the compound to a building pressed right close to the outer palisade. A burly man is busy disembowelling a strung hog carcass, blood steaming in the snow. He gives Quint and the monk a nod as they pass by.
"Morning to you Bryn," says Breandan. "I'm just after showing Brother Quint here where your boy says he saw the, er, monster."
"How does he fare, Brother?" asks Bryn the Butcher.
"Ah, better, I think. Seems they have some good wise women in Dinas Derwen. Your Rhonabwy may be the first to survive this sickness."
Bryn accepts the news with a curt nod of thanks. He turns to Quint.
"Feel free to look, but you'll find no monsters here," he says as he deposits a pile of offal into a bucket with a wet slap.
"Perhaps it's as you say," she says. "I've carried it for nine months. Even if this child is unnatural it is still part of me." She looks to Myfanwy. "I've heard others mention the dreams," she says. "people kept it secret at first, but once it was known, suddenly everyone claims to have dreamed of the man with the golden hair and green eyes. Or the woman. When I told Old Nesta about what I've told you, she mentioned something about the ghost in the forest. But she died of the sickness soon after."
Meanwhile, at the Chapel:
"Ah now," says Brother Breandan sadly. "I can't be helping you with the second one, I'm afraid. It seems that everyone who claims to have seen the walking dead dies of the disease soon after. But maybe young Rhonabwy will recover now that your sharp-tongued druidess has worked her skills. I'll take to where he was taken ill, perhaps you'll be able to find something. Just a moment." Breandan pulls on a heavy dark winter cloak and draws the chapel door to.
Then he leads Quint back across the compound to a building pressed right close to the outer palisade. A burly man is busy disembowelling a strung hog carcass, blood steaming in the snow. He gives Quint and the monk a nod as they pass by.
"Morning to you Bryn," says Breandan. "I'm just after showing Brother Quint here where your boy says he saw the, er, monster."
"How does he fare, Brother?" asks Bryn the Butcher.
"Ah, better, I think. Seems they have some good wise women in Dinas Derwen. Your Rhonabwy may be the first to survive this sickness."
Bryn accepts the news with a curt nod of thanks. He turns to Quint.
"Feel free to look, but you'll find no monsters here," he says as he deposits a pile of offal into a bucket with a wet slap.
