Chapter ONE - Weebly

Nor was he done taking risks. He strode back to
Cooper’s Alley, where Pitch still lay. He couldn’t bury
the dog without then telling Henry what he had done
and why. But he could at least honor Pitch by placing
his body where it belonged. He lifted the creature into
his arms and bore him to the front of the cooperage.
Kneeling, he laid him just outside Henry’s door, taking
a moment to stroke the dog’s fur one last time. He
didn’t dare do more.
Ethan stood and struck out for the Dowsing Rod.
He still had his sleeves pushed up and he drew his knife
again, in case he encountered the conjurer. He kept to
narrower streets, even though it meant taking a longer
route, and he did his best to move silently. Somehow he
managed to make it to the Dowser without running
across any of the people who wanted him dead. A
minor miracle.
He tested the door of the tavern, expecting that he
might have to use a spell on the lock. It was unbolted.
Ethan let himself inside, pulling the door closed behind
him. He was careful not to let the door close loudly, but
at the click of the door handle, he heard Kelf call out