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these two women were asleep, she would teleport out of here.  The soldiers’ arrival had been fortuitous in a way – for her at least – Now the only person who had known her secret was dead.  She intended to make sure that no one ever found it out again.
    Tamar troubled her though.  There was something … something!  Cindy could not put her finger on it, but it bothered her.  She put it down to guilt; she knew in her heart that she should take these women with her to safety.  She felt as if Tamar somehow knew what she was planning, which was clearly ridiculous.  It was her conscience that was making her imagine these things.
    Tamar was also planning an escape although in a far less dramatic way and involving far more work, not to mention, peril.  To her credit, she had no intention of leaving anyone behind, although she was sorely tempted to leave Ophelia, who was now muttering to herself and clearly on the point of beginning the gibbering.  She would definitely be more of a hindrance than a help.  But Tamar could not help that.  She would have to come.  And Cindy?  Well Tamar did not intend to let her out of her sight if she could help it.  Cindy had not been entirely wrong when she had thought that Tamar knew what she was planning.  While having no idea what Cindy was actually planning, Tamar’s considerable intuition told her that Cindy was definitely up to something . 
    Which was why, several hours later, when Ophelia had finally fallen into an exhausted slumber, Tamar was only pretending to sleep.  Cindy was also pretending to sleep.  The two women were actually watching each other like cats, Cindy ready to dash, Tamar, to pounce.  The tension was palpable. 
    Eventually Tamar sat up. ‘Okay,’ she said, ‘this is ridiculous.’ She grabbed a terrified Cindy by the shoulders and starting shaking her.  ‘All right,’ she said.  ‘Who Are You?’
    Cindy had been impressed by Tamar’s handling of her former cohorts.  Now, she decided, was not the time for prevarication.  ‘I – I ‘m a witch,’ she admitted as clearly as her wildly nodding head would allow. 
    Tamar dropped her arms.  ‘O – kay,’ she said slowly, as if thinking this over.  A thought occurred to her.  ‘So …’ she said, ‘who am I?’
     

~ Chapter Ten ~
    W here does the truth lie?  Where does it hide?  In people’s heads?  In their hearts?  Perhaps it all depends on what truth it is you are looking for.
    Tamar and Denny knew the truth about themselves, but only one truth.  There was another truth, just as true, one that they had forgotten. That they had been made to forget.  Where was that truth?  Where was it hidden?  And if that was the truth, was the truth that they knew, really a lie?  And was it really forgotten, or was it just hidden?
    Now that Tamar and Denny were looking for the truth, it surely could not remain hidden much longer. 
    * * *
    Cindy was nonplussed, which was, by the way, a common state of affairs, but this time she really had some excuse. 
    On the other hand, she had an inkling, just a feeling, of what Tamar was getting at.  So, she answered.  ‘I have no idea what you are, but perhaps Hecaté will know.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘Hecaté, the goddess of witches.’
    ‘On speaking terms with her are you?’ asked Tamar sarcastically. She could hardly believe she was having this conversation.
    ‘All witches can call on Hecaté for help,’ Cindy told her.  ‘She’s very accessible. 
    ‘Oh.’
    ‘First I think we should get out of here.’
    ‘How?’ said Tamar with some of her old asperity, ‘by magic?’
    ‘Of course.’
    Tamar digested this.  It was not easy. ‘What about Ophelia?’ she said.  ‘She’ll have a nervous breakdown.’
    ‘What do you mean, she will ?  She already has.’
    ‘So …?’
    ‘So, we’ll take her with us. Drop her off at a hospital somewhere.  She’ll be okay, better than here anyway.’
    ‘Okay good.  And where are we going