“Of course we know where you live, dears,” replied Agatha with a chuckle. “Do you think anyone in this country doesn’t knowof the pretty girls come to live with the two old ladies up in the forest? We’ve not got much to gossip over around here. Now, let’s see. Marak, shouldn’t Thaydar take the little one along? Such a receptive nature, such pluck.”

“I think so,” replied that amused, amiable voice. “It’s probably for the best. So, ready?” And he turned to Kate, putting out his hands to boost her up onto his horse. Emily was stroking the horse’s neck delightedly. He was far finer than any at the Hall.

“No!” said Kate, stepping back and treading on her sister’s foot. “I—I prefer to walk, thank you.” A silence swept across the little group.

“Oh, Kate!” Emily gasped.

The rider dropped his hands slowly and seemed to stare down at her from beneath his hood. He was almost a head taller than she was. “Really,” he said distinctly, all amusement gone from that commanding voice. His manner was beyond cold. It was glacial.

Kate forced herself to hold up her head and face him as the blood rushed through her cheeks in a tingling wave. She wasn’t sure why she had said what she did, but she would not be faced down now by strangers. Something was wrong here; she knew it. She refused to be a fool for them.

“Yes,” she replied as calmly and formally as she could. “Please lead my sister and me to the Hallow Hill Lodge, where we live. If you do, we will be very grateful. I hope we are not far from the Lodge because we do not wish to try your patience too long.”

The hooded man continued to stare at her for a long moment. Then he gave a short laugh. “Well, well, how intriguing! No,” he continued firmly over Agatha’s spluttered protests, “we will certainly humor the cautious young woman. Thaydar, I’ll not need you. I believe one horse is sufficient to point out the way.” He swung up into the saddle. “Now, shall we begin our walk?” he added to the