8 Chapter 8

“What’s your name, lad?” Rob asked, taking the towel back.

“Lin. My name is Lin. Of the Frem.” He paused and tilted his head again in that listening motion and spoke stiltedly. “The gate. It will open again. I have to close the gate.” He gestured to his belongings. “I need my things. I thank you for your help. I need to do it now.” He went to stand, but Rob pushed him back down as Matty made the tea and passed the mugs. Lin of the Frem took his, despite his protestations, cautiously wrapping his hands around its warmth. He took a sip and twisted his lips before taking a proper mouthful. Matty sat down at the other side of the table.

“And so, Lin of the Frem, what are you doing here? What was that light? And what do you mean, about a gate?”