Chapter EightThe triple hills reared ahead, three green peaks against a sky of ragged clouds.
“Those are the Eildon Hills,” Bradan lowered Melcorka to the ground and eased the strain on his back. He watched as the oystercatchers circled his head before flying, arrow-straight, towards the peaks. “I have no wish to visit for I've heard that Elfhame sits beneath them.”
“I have also heard that legend,” Melcorka leaned on a solitary elm to rest her aching legs. Despite all Bradan's ministrations and the power of Defender, her wounds still wept blood. She crouched down, trying to force a smile. “The People of Peace live in Elfhame. The Daoine Sidh, or the fairy folk, if you prefer.”
“I do not trust the People of Peace,” Bradan said.
“I know.” Melcorka lifted one leg and then the other to all
