The old man in oilskins who steered it was grumpy and silent. Occasionally he looked at Ivo and shook his head. They had reached the last stage of the journey. They had followed the Norns’ instructions and everything had gone as it should. The ferry had taken them to the most northern port in Ostland, and after a night in a boardinghouse by the quayside they made their way to Pier Number Three, where an old man in his clinker-built fishing coble seemed to be expecting them. When they were clear of the harbor the old man began to mutter. “You’d best say your prayers,” he said. “There’s some dangerous ogres along this strip of coast but the one where you’re going’s the worst. There’s no one comes out of that place the way they went in.” Ivo knew he should be afraid. What they were trying to do wasn’t just dangerous—it was probably impossible—but the only thing he’d been afraid of all along was that the Hag would find a way of sending him back.
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