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blue eyes wide, like a child absorbed in a fireside ghost story.
    For the first time, Ed realized that she had quite a pretty face. Childish in a way, with those freckles and plump cheeks… but highly expressive and full of passion. And the way she stared at him…
    He’d never had a girl look at him like that before. Somehow, it made him feel a little more confident about the situation.
    “I commend the precise detail of your report,” the Rector said when Ed had finished speaking. “You are highly observant.”
    With this, the Rector placed his napkin on his plate and rose from his chair. “Thank you so much for the information, Constable. You do not know what a great help you have been.”
    Ed nodded, and also rose from his seat, following the Rector’s example. “Thanks. I’m … um … really glad.” He still had no idea himself of what was going on here. It was like an unpleasant dream that he’d been stuck in.
    But now he’d be able to leave? His mind was already racing ahead, thinking about how he’d explain it all to Mother Henne.
    The Rector seemed to have read his mind. “You must keep all of this secret, Constable. I have your agreement? I will speak to the Magistrate myself, but I must be assured that you will not discuss anything which has occurred tonight.”
    He stared at Ed, and those red eyes probed him, compelling him to agree. He couldn’t think straight when that gaze was upon him, and he felt his heart beating fast.
    “Of course not,” Ed said. “You can trust me.”
    “Good.” The Rector smiled.
    Ed looked down to his feet and blinked and found that he could think clearly again so long as he wasn’t looking into those red eyes.
    Rutting hell, can he mesmerize people?
    Ed knew that he would have to be careful. But he could not keep all of this to himself.
    He would let Mother Henne know it was all part of some dire conspiracy before he told her the details, that she had to keep it quiet … But he would tell her.
    “We will lead you out the way we came in. Best for secrecy, yes? Reverend Mott, come.”
    The thing called Mott rose from his seat to stand behind Ed.
    “Father, shouldn’t he rest here a bit longer?” Julia pleaded. “He’s been hurt.” Her big eyes trembled as she looked at her father. Her hands were fisted in her skirt, kneading the fabric.
    She didn’t want him to go. This pretty, curvy, delicate girl had some interest in him, the cripple--and she didn’t want him to go! That was something new. Suddenly, despite all the strange goings-on, Ed found himself with conflicting feelings. He half-wished he could stay with her.
    You’re a rutting idiot, he told himself, trying to quell such thoughts.
    Powell paused for a moment, staring into his daughter’s eyes. He bit his lip, thinking, and Ed saw that the Rector was not entirely immune to the girl’s pleas.
    In the end, though, he just shook his head. “No, child. I think the Constable would be more comfortable at home in his own bed, yes? And it is very late for you to be up, young lady. Mrs. Starks, can you please escort Julia to her chambers?”
    The old lady came forward and took Julia by the arm. The young girl was watching him intently. Those big pale blue eyes of hers were locked on Ed’s face, as if pleading to him not to go— warning him not to?
    “Let thine eyessh run with tearsssh night and day,” Mott suddenly rasped, “and let them not ceassse: for thy virgin daughter has s-s-suffered an inshult, and the wrrrath of your Lord is thus insssigh-ted.”
    Ed looked at the hideous Mott-thing, then turned to the Rector, who smiled apologetically back at him.
    “Oh, he’s not speaking to us,” the Rector said. “His mind often wanders on a different plane.”
    “All right,” Ed said, nodding. To him, it sounded like Mott’s mind was simply as decayed as the rest of him, but he didn’t want to offend the Rector by saying so.
    “Let us go,” the Rector commanded, and then he led them out of the