Dimensions
131 x 10 x 195mm
'Something touched the backs of his legs, pushing his cloak against him. A thrill like a thread of clear cold steel ran up his back and spread down his arms. His ears heard a sigh round them, his eyes saw the dusk turning solid beside the water, and something slid softly into the water with the smoothest ripple, down into the depths.
She told me he remembered. She told me not to come. I have, and it cannot be undone.'
Granny Shaftoe tried to warn them. A witch she may have been, but she spoke the truth. Meric, proud and fearless, had no time for soothsayers, ignored her wisdom . . . and was never seen again.
Robin missed his friend, and spoke of him often to his son, Alan, and the foundling child Margaret. Before long, these children, too, went into the forest to fish from the well. And they met Granny Shaftoe along the way . . .