What did it mean? His mind flashed back to their
conversation the night before, as they reached the high narrow pass,
and approached the witch's hut. It was not so much what Purceville had
said that troubled him, but what he had not said.....
"You'd best stay back and out of sight until I've spoken to her," had
been his own words. "The widow MacCain has no love for the English,
and your father..... Well. Let's just say I may have spoken too soon,
when I said that no one has greater reason to hate you." Nothing.
"I'm not even sure how she feels about me," he continued. "But when
she learns that Mary is in trouble, and that we are trying to help
her, I think she will see things as they are." Still no reply. "You
don't seem overly concerned, Purceville. She's a hard old woman, and
as determined an enemy as you're ever likely to face. I'm not one to
fear her for a witch, but there are other weapons she might employ."
"She won't resist us," said the other strangely. ".....she's not as
hard as you think."
"What makes you so sure?"
Again no answer.
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