CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Alistair stood against the wall of Erec’s chamber, craning her neck up at the window, side-by-side with Erec’s mother, and looked out the window in fear. She could see hundreds of torches, an angry mob of Southern Islanders hurrying through the night, chanting, all making their way in a procession toward the house of the sick. They were being led by Bowyer, and she knew they were coming right for her.
“The devil girl has escaped!” one of them yelled, “but we shall tear her apart with our own hands!”
“For the murder of Erec!” another cried out.
The crowd chanted and roared as they marched in procession right for her.
Erec’s mother turned to her, face grave.
“Listen to me,” she said urgently, clutching her wrist, “stay by my side and do as I say. You will be fine. Do
