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war. He had often called me
in the past year, admitting to me once that he enjoyed my natural talents
as a worker of iron, lead, and silver.
Even starting out first thing that morn the ride to his home would
take me well into the day. It would also carry me through the thickest
heart of those Woods. The stories in town often called those woods
haunted, or worse, cursed! Men vanished in those woods, and sometimes,
late at night, the sounds of pipe and drum carried on the wind. My father
often warned me about the Daber, telling me not to ride through them after
dark. When visiting Cailleac I often rode through them in the early
evening but often managed to break through them before complete nightfall.
I reached Cailleac before high noon. As much as I could tell, Thomas
lived alone although his house could easily have hidden a dozen sleeping
chambers and staff. He extended his kindness as always, offering me bread
and beer before indicating the work he wanted done. Iron frames and lead
workings held the glass windows in his home in place but often those frames
and working needed mending. He supplied the glass panes and the lead but
he needed my skill to shape and work them properly. At least, he al
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