“How did you do that? Doesn’t she hurt you?” He hopped from foot to foot as if he would take off into the darkness.
“It’s a long story, Maelgwn. Her mother doesn’t hurt me either. Look, why don’t you show me where you live, and we can talk about it all night if you want,” he said.
Maelgwn nodded cautiously, and turned to lead him back into the woods.
George emerged from the way directly into a walled open space of about four acres. He saw the remnants of paved paths along the ground, but most of it had reverted to the sort of low bush and grass cover wasteland that he associated with treeless exposed ridges. The air was colder, and as he looked east in the twilight, he could make out the dark shadow of the Blue Ridge at a distance, near the base of which he’d been making his camp a few
