‘There is no time for such qualms, sir!’ Isabel cried. ‘The attempt must be made, or I fear you will never be set at liberty.’
‘Ye put me in a difficult quandry.’
‘Not at all, for it is not your decision to make.’
He bowed his head at that. The boat settled onto solid land, and the gangplank materialised. Eliza hastened to disembark at once, but the Ferryman briefly detained Isabel. ‘If ye’re in luck, ye should find Sir Guntifer somewhere below. He ‘as been standin’ watch around Mirramay these past several days, an’ the instant I dropped that likely lot below I sent fer ‘im. Seemed t’ me that someone should be keepin’ an eye on them.’ The moment he had completed this speech, he lifted a small bone-wrought horn to his lips and blew upon it.
‘Ho, the Ferryman!’ came Sir Guntifer’s great
