«I am thinking,» said Ollgaeth, as they made their way back to the town, «that it would be as well not to come here again the night. The Sidhe will be noticing their gate clap open and shut and setting a guard over it, and though they are poor in arms, it’s a bad-tempered lot they are.»
«I’ll be careful,» said Shea.
Within, he tapped at the door of the guesthouse.
«Who’s there?» asked Belphebe’s voice.
«It’s me — Harold.»
The bolt slammed back, and the door opened to show her still fully dressed, a little line of worry in her forehead.
«My lord,» she said, «I do pray your pardon for my angers. I do see now ‘twas no more your fault than it was mine at Muirthemne. But we must be quick.»
«What do you mean?»
She was collecting their small amount of gear.
«Pete was here but now. We are in deadly danger, but more especiallyyourself. The Queen has given permission to this Lughaid who accosted you to take your head if he will.»