Witch from the Sea

Connell strode in, Melanie with him.

“The mob is at the gate,” he said. “They are calling for the witch.”

“She’s gone.”

He was looking at Senara. “They’re greedy for blood,” he said. “You must get away. You must never come back here. You’ll never be safe. I’ll hold them at bay. I’ll show them who is the master here.”

It might have been my father speaking. I turned to Senara and said: “We’ll go out through the Seaward Tower. They won’t be round that side of the castle. We’ll take two donkeys.”

“Where?” asked Connell.

“To Leyden Hall,” I answered. “They’ll hide her there until she leaves for Holland.”

“Go quickly,” said Connell.

And we went out. The night airs cooled our burning faces as we rode away.

I saw the exultation in Senara’s eyes and I knew it was because she was going to Dickon.

We were on our way to Leyden Hall by the time the torch-lit mob was in the courtyard. Connell would subdue them, I knew. He was now the lord of the castle.

I must say a sad farewell to Senara but I had the future to think of with Fenn.

THE END