Chapter ONE - Weebly

Satisfied that the Dowser was secure for the night,
he threw another log onto the fire, moved a pair of
chairs in front of the hearth, and arranged them into a
sort of bed. He hadn’t any blankets, and just about
everything he had on was damp, but he thought the fire
would cast enough warmth to let him sleep.
Just as he got himself settled, however, he heard the
floorboards above him creak, and a moment later,
footfalls on the stairway.
“Kelf?” Kannice’s voice.
“No, it’s me.”
“Ethan?” She came down the stairs, wrapped in a
robe. “Are you all right?”
“Aye, I’m fine. It’s been a long night.”
“I don’t like the sound of that. I thought you
couldn’t stay here until your work for Berson was
finished.”
“That was before. Now I’d rather not leave you
alone.”
She frowned. “I don’t like the sound of that, either.”
He nodded, thinking of Pitch and feeling his throat
tighten. “The conjurer took Holin. I was able to get him