Page 81 of Once Upon A Haunted Castle
“Come, Isabel,” he said. “Grab what you can and I will get the horses.”
Not a moment later, the sound of approaching riders could be heard. The fog and the sea and the strange crying sounds made it difficult to tell how far away they were. No matter, they were riding fast and foolishly through the fog.
She picked up several sacks, their food and skin of wine and tossed the plaid over her shoulder. She followed closely on Alex’s heels, not wanting to lose him in the mist.
“Lady?” the woman spoke from just behind her, scaring Isabel. She turned to face the woman and found no one there.
“Alex! Wait.” He stopped and listened with her.
“Lady, seek refuge in the lower chamber. ’Tis drier than the rest.” The words floated around them, coming from all directions and yet none she could find. A strange caress moved over her belly then. “The bairn will be just fine now.”
The woman now addressed Alex. “Sir, keep yer wife and babe away from the cliffs and windows in the storm,” the voice warned. “And do not leave the castle until dawn. No matter what ye hear. No matter what happens.”
Something pushed them then. A not-so-gentle nudging by the winds to get them moving. This was so strange and Isabel should be terrified. Alex led the horses carefully along the path they could now see until they reached the ruins’ perimeter wall. He tied the horses there, within the shelter of a half-fallen wall, and then led her down and into the ruins of the ancient keep.
