It’s easier to regard her, like the Midnight Washerwomen, as figments of my imagination. But hark! She speaks clearly and in a tongue that I know.“Felis, Felis, I have chosen this moment to find you, as I said I would.”
“Yes, you did,” he replied, sheepishly, and she smiled, her white, pearly teeth glinting in the sun that was not shining. She moved closer, now hovering above the cliff edge, within touching distance but never, he knew, to be touched.
“You are filled with dread lest your deceased mother does not escape the power of the Midnight Washerwomen. Do you recall that I foresee the future?”
He nodded.
“I will tell you that she, for certain, will be the last woman to have died in Audierne this year, so she will not have to wait any longer – she will soon assume her duties. As for
