The crows cawed somewhere overhead. The two tourists looked at each other, neither feeling quite at ease. They’d come upon an old farm abandoned for many years.
Rīs Grainger’s wife had had a thing with a passing tinker, he’d caught them abed, beat the tinker to a pulp and disfigured his wife. Some say that her looks were a constant reminder to Grainger, not only of his cuckolding but also of his cruelty. In any case, within the year she disappeared. As the years went by, Grainger became a recluse and then one day he was found hanging in the barn.
Aeron and Dylan knew nothing of this as a young woman came towards them.
“Can I help you sirs?” she said in a soft musical voice.
Aeron smiled and asked directions for the village of Bryn . Dylan held back, he felt repulsed by the girl not knowing why. Aeron thanked her and they went on their way.
The young woman sat down on the porch and looked down the road in anticipation. A tinker’s cart rolled into sight; the young tinker waved happily. Rīs Grainger held back behind the trees to see what would happen.