“And such a lively thing you are, my dear!” she said to Emily. “Still a long way from marriage, aren’t you? Well, that can’t be helped, and one does grow, you know.” Emily giggled over this odd speech, but Kate frowned. Hugging her arms about her, she stepped back from the firelight and eyed the two men warily. Now they had turned away and were talking again in quiet tones. She couldn’tseem to catch what they were saying. The taller one threw back his head and laughed at something the short one said. She noticed as he laughed that he carried one shoulder higher than the other.

“Your palm speaks of tears early but laughter late,” Agatha summed up grandly. “That’s as good as a palm can say. You’ve a lovely, open nature, child.”

“Oh, Kate, look!” Emily called excitedly. Kate turned to see a huge black tomcat approaching the fire. It rubbed its head against Emily’s knee, its velvet coat shining in the light. Kate felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Surely the cat was four times—no, six times—larger than the largest cat she’d ever seen!

“Isn’t he beautiful?” squealed Emily, kneeling to tickle his chin. She loved animals of all descriptions, and her greatest regret was that the aunts wouldn’t let her keep pets. The enormous cat was almost eye to eye with her. “Miaow?” he said plainly, and that is just what it sounded like: a miaow said by a person imitating a cat. Kate shook her head and stared hard at the giant feline as if he were a puzzle she needed to solve. Something needed explaining here. Perhaps she was just dreaming?

“Oh, scat, Seylin!” scolded Agatha, waving her big hands. “Such a nuisance you are, really! Go on!” The men walked away, heading toward the horses. A small boy came out of the shadows to throw wood on the fire. Kate thought she saw a beard on his face as he turned to look at her. Just a trick of the light, perhaps, or nerves. Enough of this! Emily stepped toward the shadows, coaxing, “Seylin …” Kate caught her by the arm and pulled her around, turning to the old woman.