“Her most loyal traitor. Fisher made that for him as a gift. Almost like a promise. They were training him on the bow and arrow. Tried to burn his name out after he turned on us.”
Gertrude put the tapestry down on the chest, covering the drawers.
“Why are you here? What do you want from us?”
“Want from you?” The old man shook his head. “I don’t want anything from you, my boy. Not anymore. I admit, I thought you and your friends here might be able to do a better job with it than I. To make the book work, to rid this place of the evil she created. But after tonight.”
He stood up, leaning on his cane. He paused a moment by the fire. Then he looked up, his face dancing in shadows. “I came here tonight, Kenneth, to tell you all to get out. Get rid of that book. Leave. This place will bring
