Chapter Four
Strange happenin’s, are they not? When word o’ Tatterfoal’s return reached my ears, I was none too happy. That ye can bet on. Tatterfoal! And in my neighbourhood! Poor news indeed. An’ puzzlin’. I knew right off tha’ sommat odd were goin’ on. I know Grunewald. Odd fellow, an’ no mistake, but not one to set such a beast wanderin’ the roads at will.
So I weren’t surprised to learn that he had a fetch. Ye know the term? An apparition o’ some kind, tha’ looks just like another. In this case, most likely some kind o’ Glamour bein’ employed to change th’ appearance o’ someone wi’ questionable intentions. Who it could be, though? I ‘ad no notion. Considerin’ th’ events o’ the summer, however, I thought it poor news indeed. What wi’ Mrs. Aylfendeane’s adventure not long since, an’ t
