‘Ket doesn’t lie!’ retorted Nessa loyally. ‘You’re just jealous.’ All the fosterlings were back inside the tree. Ket, wrapped tight in Nessa’s cloak, was still shivering. ‘Tell us what you saw, then,’ said Lorccán. Ket stared at him and tried to speak. Floating in front of his eyes were images of ghastly faces with flesh like raw white fat. ‘Uh . . .’ He shuddered and shook his head. ‘See, you can’t tell us,’ said Lorccán. Ket clenched his fists. If only he hadn’t dropped the horn! If only he could have thrust that treasure all silver and gleaming under Lorccán’s nose. ‘Hey, listen,’ said Riona. From the tree above their heads came the chirrup of a wakening robin. The long night was drawing to an end. The fosterlings crushed together in the entrance of the hollow oak and peered out. The flames of the campfire shot skywards as the anruth heaped on branch after branch. ‘O Spirit of the Sun Accept our offering of fire Let a New Year dawn O Spirit of the Sun,’ Faelán entreated.
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