The people there hadn't seen anyone who looked like me near her house. They didn't notice the woman in the rough brown cloak. Neither did Hunith, at least until the decrepit old lady became a person that had been welcome there not long ago. Hunith sent prayer to her old gods and thought of Merlin as she waited for oblivion coming toward her on swift paws. She saw a flash of gold in the eyes half hidden by dark hair and screamed the name her son would never hear her say "EMRYS!"