Thomas leaned against the side of the hut to rest and look over the alehouse. Rain fell steadily, and he pulled the cloak’s hood up as a shield. A small pang went through him. His attempt to save Odda’s life had ruined his old cloak. This one was a gift from Celyn. A reminder of Celyn’s friendship, but also of Odda’s loss.
He shook off his melancholy thoughts and focussed on his task. Tonight he sought an answer to one of the lingering questions that plagued him. But he was surprised Raegenold had agreed to the meeting. He would have to tread carefully. The Unseelie King had reasons of his own for agreeing to Thomas’ request.
It was after the evening meal, but the waning summer nights still held a couple of hours of light until sundown. Normally, people would still be hard at work in th
