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They continued along the track, Lar dwelling in gloomy thought, searching for the right words to dissuade his Mistress from this meeting when he was interrupted by caws. Once more, four large, black crows flew along the track and circled around their heads.
“The Hag's guides!” Lar’s voice held a note of panic.
The little band halted.
Emily stared down the trail, but there was nobody there. Her gaze passed along the path into the wilderness towards the horizon. Her gaze lingered on the distance, so they weren’t focused on the figure who was standing in front of her, where there had been no-one a moment before. The Hag! Emily’s eyes and mind fought a private battle. Her stare fixed on a malign creature leaning on a blackthorn staff, ten paces away. Her mind told her this apparition was
