Chapter ElevenSeconds merged into seconds, minutes into minutes and hours into hours.
Liliwen didn't know if day had turned into night, or even back into day
yet. How long she had been locked up here, she had no idea.
No doubt Cara had noticed that she hadn't come home. Had her father found
out yet? What about Cadfael?
What would they do once they did find out? Would her father, in a fit of
blind rage at her disobedience, and encouraged by the Seer's predictions,
order a large scale attack on the Black Isles?
She hoped she would never find out.
If she was in luck, she would be put to death before that.
Her skin was getting very dry; it was starting to ache more and more.
Perhaps that was their plan. To leave her here to rot, until she dried up
entirely.
It wasn't a nice prospe
