Chapter 9The voices of the coven disappeared in an instant. Seamus could no longer hear Ezekiel either, and the warmth around him changed. It was no longer the frightening heat of the fire, but instead a strong, but kind warmth, coming from above and below him. A glaring light shone through his closed eyes, and when he opened them, the light made it almost impossible to see.
“Is he a dust demon, or djinn?” a strange voice asked.
“More likely a runaway slave from one of the local villages,” a second voice said. “I have no idea why they always flee to the desert, and this one is unclothed. I wonder how far he thought he would make it.”
Seamus turned to the voices. Even though he could understand them, he knew this was a language unfamiliar to him, and that Tattee’s gift was probably the o
