The door hung crooked from wooden hinges, pushed aside now by a filthy crone."We are but lone travellers, Mother," Ranulf answered her good-naturedly...."Surely you don't live here all alone." Aye, all by my lonesome in this foul place." She made as though to brush a tear from her withered cheek, but her old eyes were bright and crafty. "None linger here for long. Few indeed are they who come this way at all, riding or walking under the warm sun. None at all come from the forest of Grod." Is that. I wondered if there had been a special on interments of Berthas, or perhaps there was a glut of bronze Bertha names. Whatever the reason, there were more Berthas in this room than in the entire population of the rest of the cemetery, which numbered some 27,000 strong. Weird. Returning to the main chamber, I checked the other two wings for break-ins or damage, and other than a fallen dead bouquet in the oldest room, all was well. They are so much closer here, these shells of humans. Only six. You didn’t notice all the glowing and the red? Not to mention that weird sound, whatever that was. Chance started taking bets about what was going on in there. He’s probably cornering Bella about it now.”“Aw, hell,” Will muttered.“They had to cancel the stage show,” the bartender said. “No one was paying attention anyway and the performers were getting distracted.”“Chance is going to chew my ear off,” Will groaned. “He said he’d toss me if anything weird happened.”“He might kiss you,” Caine. .. what do we do?" Kaitlin was standing by the bed, tryingnot to look at it.Trisha stood on a stool to reach up above the armoire. She managed topull down one of the bottles and the glasses from their place atop it."Maybe this will give us some ideas." The Madeira." Kaitlin sounded a bit surprised. It was their bestwine, a gift from Liam on their tenth anniversary and still unopenedyears later. "It should, indeed." She giggled, sounding more than abit nervous.Trisha opened the bottle and.