12
Because He Is Fey
“Fire—” Hilda choked out and began to weep.
“Hush; do not fear,” Nona said, placing an arm around her. She shot a desperate look at Thomas.
Guilt pierced him. “Raedmund saw me riding to the clearing. He thought I was Torht.” He took a breath. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault. They wouldn’t have accused him if I hadn’t been seen.”
Anger flashed through Nectan’s eyes. “It wasna because of ye, wilding. If someone hadna seen ye, there would have been another reason to accuse him. Because he is Fey. There is nae other reason.”
Nectan was right. Anyone different was fair game, anyone who didn’t fit in. The Fey were easy targets. No matter that they tried to hide in plain sight, they were still different enough to be noticed.
“My lord king, what shall we do? The Ordeal—his po
