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- Cuthbert Renowden of Billerbeck Abbey

CHAPTER ELEVEN:

Getman’s Scorn

The face on the waymarker frowned at her, a rery if he knew she was creeping down into the ruins again But despite the scowl, she went down anyway The warmth of the sun on her face and arhts and ideas Was she a Demont? Was that what the sheriff had hinted? Not just any family, but a famous Family? Did that explain why she could use the Mediue and ju a linen full of foodstuffs in one hand Cla down each step, she hurried until her breath was harsh in her ears The wind carried earthy srasses, woods,on a stone, a golden to each word

"Where did you find that?" Lia asked, startling him

He nearly dropped the tome, but steadied himself, his eyes onder "I did not hear you come down This is…this is beyond belief This place you found It is singular I have heard…but I did not know there was one like this at Muirwood"

"Where did you find that toe of jealousy, for she had searched the ruins for years and found no such treasures

"Over there," he said, pointing to the far wall Except it wasn’t a wall, it was open now The door was erly and discovered that it opened up to a deeper cave There were stone tables, and on the tables, to tools of all shapes and sizes, tubs of wax, a bone stylus, parch leathery rolls, and coins from many realms crowded around and beneath the tables Just inside the door was an oil cruse, a barrel full of rain, and a basket of apples, which was absurd since it was not the right season for ripe apples

"This was here all along?" Lia asked, staring in wonder

"Yes, but you never would have found it," he replied, carefully setting down the to on the stone table His face was expressive, his eyes alight "Only a maston can open that door It requires more than just affinity with the Mediuht words to say"

"Can you teach me?"