XVThey came for him again that night. Finn was drifting away to sleep, exhausted, his thoughts a jumble of hands beckoning to him and fists swinging at him. He heard whispers and sudden running feet. Before he could do anything, he felt his bed lurching onto its side. He was thrown onto the floor. Graves, Croft, Bellow and several others stood around him. They kicked at Finn as he rolled around on the ground.
“Have you managed to remember your own name yet?” shouted Graves. “Master Owyn's little pet.”
“Let's use him as the ball,” said Bellow.
Bellow had lost the tops of two of his teeth when Finn had tackled him on the flints of the Octagon. Since then the bigger boy had gone out of his way to make life miserable for Finn. He'd held him under the water of his bath, keeping him there eve
