Down the field-track came the creaking sound of wheels. I looked up and saw through the poplars the swinging lanterns of a caravan.
Vi touched me on the arm. She was unnerved and trembling. “Take me home, Dante.”
I turned to Lilith. “Who is that?”
“G’liath.”
“Where’ll you be camping to-morrow? At Woadley Ham?”
A cloud passed over her face. “We never camp there, now.”
The crone broke in with a spiteful titter: “But we used ter, until she wouldn’t let us.”
Lilith spoke hastily. “We’re going to Yarminster Fair. We get there to-morrow.”
“Then I’ll see you there,” I told her.
The caravan had come to a halt. I could see the tall form of G’liath moving about the horses. I did not want to meet him just then. Skirting the encampment, we hurried off across fields to the highroad.