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Goblins

... bothers me. Not the house, but the land. As the summer gets on it seems like everything here has a kind of mind of its own. Am I talking nonsense?” Bryn seemed to be looking at something very intently, and Megan realized it was the children. When he spoke he looked at them, not her. “I've lived here so long I guess I don't notice anymore, but you wouldn't be used to it. Summer is a strange time in this place. My grandmother told me stories about such things. Here's one that happened to her uncle: It was in summer when Uncle Tudur was walking about these hills at night, and he met a strange man playing a fiddle. He stopped to listen because he'd never seen such a thing before. “And while the man played, people came up and formed a ring and started to dance, and poor Uncle Tudur couldn't help tapping his foot along with the music. This went on into the night and eventually Uncle Tudur couldn't help himself. He threw his cap in the air and joined in the pagan dance, and when he did the fiddler's face became black as soot and the horns of a goat appeared on his head, and the fairy dancers became goats and cats and dogs and foxes, and poor Uncle Tudur was forced to dance with them until the cock crowed morning. He very nearly danced his legs off and died for exhaustion.” He stopped and licked his dry lips. Megan had never heard him speak for so long at one time. “That's like one of Flora's stories,” Megan said. “I imagine it is.” He hopped up. “I have to finish these hedges by ...

... sundown, Miss James,” he said, loudly. “Bryn, wait. I still want to apologize for what happened the other night. And...I want to come see you tonight.” “What about Sir Rowland?” “He won't miss me.” “But the other night you said—” “Please just forget what I said. I really need to see you. I have to get out of that house for a little while.” He wavered with one foot off the path, but eventually nodded. Megan felt a great weight leave her. The sun was warmer as she went back down the hill. She was so pleased that it was nearly a minute before Flora's voice registered with her: “...and the men of Ardudwy raided the Vale of Clwyd and carried off all the women there, and they spent two days drinking and raping them until finally the fairy men caught up and flayed their hides and hung them up from the trees. And the fairy women all threw themselves into the lake and drowned, and so it's called Maiden's Lake, and if you drink from it—” “FLORA!” The little girl spun around, eyes wide. “Where did you hear such awful things? You've scared your brother half to death!” Miles ran and hid behind Megan's skirt. Flora stood like a cornered doe. “It's in the book,” she said. Megan went to slap her but Flora flinched immediately and began to bawl as if she'd already been hit. “There's no such thing in any book you have,” said Megan. “It's a story right out of the book, and it's a true story too. They're all true stories.” And before Megan could say anything Flora ran off toward the house, ribbons ...