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what would happen. We could get struck here forever. Or worse yet, we could be put in a ducking stool and tortured until we are forced to tell why we came here. Is that what you want?”
    “ I don’t want to stay here in this dark cave for the next ten, or nine days now waiting for you to decide my fate.” Sitting back against the cave, holding her knees, she sipped from the ladle. “If I keep this ridiculous cape over my head, no one will be the wiser. Please Rowen, don’t make me stay here alone.” She let her eyes scan the walls, and shuddered. The place made her skin crawl. She wouldn’t stay here alone, no matter what he threatened her with.
    Rowen couldn’t blame her for being afraid. The place was creepy. “I’ll go to the village first, Fern, if it looks like there won’t be any trouble, I’ll take you next time.” He rose up in preparation to leave. “And in case you’re thinking you might want to go back through the wardrobe, Fern, forget it. It won’t work. The curse hasn’t been made yet, remember?” He felt the hatred emanating from her. “Don’t hate me, Fern, it wasn’t my ancestors that did this to us.”
    She glared at him in a way that surprised even her. Sliding her hand around in the sand, she felt for a rock. Maybe she could hit him in the head and make a run for it. “No, it wasn’t, was it, Rowen? But then it was your ancestor that committed adultery with Mary. Wouldn’t you think he is at least partly to blame?”
    Rowen refused to lose patience with her. They had to keep calm, especially him. “I’m not going to argue with you, Fern, I’ll be back in a few hours.”
    Fern watched him dip under the cave opening and yelled out at him, “By the way, what is a ducking stool?”
    “ You don’t want to know, trust me.” Rowen yelled back before he disappeared down the trail the old woman had followed.
    Peering back around at the cave, Fern started noticing things about it that she’d missed earlier. The sun was shining in well enough now to give her sufficient light to see. It wasn’t large, in fact only about the size of a broom closet. “Well, I suppose I could tidy up a bit.” She listened to her words echo against the walls and cringed. Was the entire place creepy or was it just her frame of mind? Either way, she didn’t appreciated being left alone.
    After tossing the rock she had in her hand out through the opening, she dug around until she found all of the loose ones she could and threw them out as well. She was just finishing up against the back of the cave when her fingers wrapped around what felt like a chain. She pulled gently until it came loose from the rock it was buried under. Scooting over to get closer to the light, she looked at her treasure. In her hand lay the most exquisite gold cross she’d ever seen. It was gothic-looking with stones that looked like rubies placed in a line down the middle and out toward each side of the cross. Rolling it over in her hand she read the inscription “ For my Mary.”
    “ You have found my child’s cross. Give it to me now, lest I not spare you.”
    Fern looked up into the dark eyes of the old woman. Holding the cross to her bosom she jumped backward, until her back was pierced by the rocks of the cave wall. The old woman’s laughter mixed with her shrill scream. Together, they echoed against the walls of the small cave.
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    Rowen stood staring at the map he’d printed off the Internet. If it was accurate, they had to be in the Northfield’s. Last night it was to dark for him to tell, but he knew they’d walked a ways before finding the cave. He continued on until he crossed a creek close to the orchard farm and then turned west toward the village.
    He was wondering how the old woman knew who they were. They would have to avoid her, she was apparently a much more powerful witch than his ancestors realized.
    His desire to see Jonathan was tempting. Maybe he could just a take peek before going back. But he