CHAPTER 5––––––––
THE WERE-WOMAN TURNED swiftly as Bran approached her door. Her slant eyes widened.
"You! And alive! And sane!"
"I have been into Hell and I have returned," he growled. "What is more, I have that which I sought."
"The Black Stone?" she cried. "You really dared steal it? Where is it?"
"No matter; but last night my stallion screamed in his stall and I heard something crunch beneath his thundering hoofs which was not the wall of the stable—and there was blood on his hoofs when I came to see, and blood on the floor of the stall. And I have heard stealthy sounds in the night, and noises beneath my dirt floor, as if worms burrowed deep in the earth. They know I have stolen their Stone. Have you betrayed me?"
She shook her head.
"I keep your secret; they do not need my wor
