Funeral- Part 3

When the door of his house knocked, Rory's eyes flew open at who would be at the door at this hour of the night. With one of the sheep missing, he had gone searching until late at night in the meadows which went in vain as he couldn't find it after hours of searching.

He wondered if Ester had arrived at the door. The black witch was the only who came and went during the odd hours of the night; not revealing herself completely as she always had a hood to cover her face. Padding across the dusty ground, he unlocked the metal latch to find a hooded girl but not the one he was expecting.

"Charlotte?" he asked baffled in surprise at her presence.

"Rory!" she jumped to hug him, binding her arms around him. What was she doing here?

"What are you doing here this late at night?" he asked confused before his eyes fell on the trunk that stood upright next to her, "Oh, Charlotte, please tell me you didn't run away from your house. Didn't I tell you to wait for my word?"