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Updated: June 21, 2025
Sobbing dryly, his gaunt face, eyes closed, turned up to the sky. The trap had snapped shut once again. "Why why?" Vye found he was repeating the same words over and over, his gaze blank, unfocussed, yet turned to the woods of the lake. "Tell me what happened again." Vye's head came around. Hume had pulled himself up so that his shoulders rested against the rock wall.
The spear was jerked from Vye's hold as both those taloned paws closed on it. Then the creature pulled it free, snapped the haft in two. Vye fired a short blast from the ray tube before it could turn on him, saw fur-fuzz afire, as he ran for the tree. Beneath its branches he looked back. The beast was pawing at the burning fur on its head, and he had perhaps a second or two.
The reddleman spoke huskily, and looked into the garden. "Who gave her away?" "Miss Vye." "How very remarkable! Miss Vye! It is to be considered an honour, I suppose?" "Who's Miss Vye?" said Clym. "Captain Vye's granddaughter, of Mistover Knap." "A proud girl from Budmouth," said Mrs. Yeobright. "One not much to my liking. People say she's a witch, but of course that's absurd."
Hume sagged, would have slipped down the surface of the rock had Vye's hands not caught in his armpits. Since he had not the strength left to get to his feet with such a burden, Vye crawled, dragging the inert body of the Hunter with him. And this time, as he had hoped, there was no resistance at the gap. Unconscious, Hume was able to cross the barrier.
But why why him when Hume was still a prisoner? The Hunter raised his head so his eyes could meet Vye's with the authority of an order. "Go, get away while you can!" Instead Vye dropped down beside the other. "Why?" he asked baldly. And then the most obvious of all answers came. He glanced at Hume.
"Because I was coming home from Miss Vye's bonfire." "Beest hurt?" "No." "Why, yes, you be: your hand is bleeding. Come under my tilt and let me tie it up." "Please let me look for my sixpence." "How did you come by that?" "Miss Vye gied it to me for keeping up her bonfire." The sixpence was found, and the man went to the van, the boy behind, almost holding his breath.
Hume must have agreed with those thoughts, he was already taking long strides back to the cliff entrance. But that door was closed. Hume's foot, raised for the last step toward the crevice corridor, struck an invisible obstruction. He reeled back, clutching at Vye's shoulder. "Something's there!" The younger man put out his hand questingly.
"'Tis a cousin of Miss Vye's, come to take Charley's place from curiosity. He was obliged to go and look for the heath-croppers that have got into the meads, and I agreed to take his place, as he knew he couldn't come back here again tonight. I know the part as well as he."
"I might have believed you if you had kept yourself free from entanglements; but this woman if she had been a good girl it would have been bad enough; but being " "She is a good girl." "So you think. A Corfu bandmaster's daughter! What has her life been? Her surname even is not her true one." "She is Captain Vye's granddaughter, and her father merely took her mother's name.
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