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assailant off her with thumb and forefinger. "It's just a bit ofgoosedown ."
The dwarfish blacksmith nodded vigorously. "Thaghostlyda haveth ' righto't .

As I told 'ee'twas.Coomth 'noo an' we'll have auld Granny Bones t' fetch up

yerfriend, ere hesnorbles in too manyfeathytickles an' gets took of a sudden

with the sneezes." Now that he could see there was no further danger of Olivia

tumbling down thewellshaft afterTelemachus , his hold on her arm turned from

shackle to guide as he steered her to one of the twenty trim cottages set so

prettily here and there about the town green.



Granny Bones tamed out to be a plump, personable matron in her early sixties,

despite a name that had Olivia figuringwolfbane ,spiderwebs , warts and witchery

into the lady's curriculum vitae. Like the blacksmith, she was short, stocky,

and dark, except for a crown of silver hair and those same disturbingly blue

eyes. Rather than standing at the edge of the pit and calling upon long-departed

pagan deities to raiseTelemachus from the underworld, Granny simply traipsed

out to the gardener's shed behind her thatch-roofed cottage, produced a

collapsible aluminum ladder, and let it down the well forTelemachus to climb

up.



"Used as was we'd butth ' rope 'un," she explained for the newcomers' benefit.

She spoke the same strange, musical,unassignable dialect as the blacksmith.

This singular idiom set Olivia's mind whiffing as she tried to find some kindred

example from her many interviews with rural types against which to compare and

analyze it. No use, it stood unique. "An' tarred right thick 'twas from when

gudemanPraxterdid sailwi ' t' RoyalNavvy .Thicoon's muchth ' better,arr , so
't be."