He was startled when Shilshally McGuire crept up behind him. Hissing in his ears she whispered, “Do not be thinking that I have any care fer ye … it’s me own hide I be thinkin’ about …” and she paused. Penor McDermott was surprised, she was untying his hands. She continued, “ …The witch will need a human sacrifice for her spell to work … and ye will not be it.”
As Shilshally continued untying his bound hands, Penor asked, “What’s she trying to do …?”
“Mingling the blood of Pan with yours … she will assume the Satyr’s power. Then she will kill all her rivals … and that be me … and what be left of the Satyr.”
Penor was free of his bonds … he glanced first at the two combatants, Pan and the witch Millicent, grappling and rolling across the hay-covered floor. Then he looked into Shilshally McGuire’s face, no longer displaying the
