A little background on the story.
Hal looked at his companion and in a sense, his rival, and smiled.
“Let me ask you a question,” he said “who do you think has the greatest respect for the ways of Goddess, the Cult or the Gribbin?” This was a strange question, delivered with an ironical twist of the lip and a lift of the eyebrow! Surely, thought Gwen, the Cult were the epitome of fanatical adherence to ‘the way’. How could Hal think of those wild people in the woods as in any respect their equal?
“You talk in riddles, to instruct children,” she said, “talk sense man!” Hal threw back his head and laughed, raising an arm in mock defence against her angry blue eyes.
“Riddles you say!” he spluttered inadvertently showering her with damp breadcrumbs. “Don’t take offence, just let me explain.
Our land is ruled by custom as you know, each month with its…
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