Hob Goodfellowe

“What have we here?” said the red-haired man. “Thegns and knights, lairds and retainers, all standing about, tittering their tongues, clutching their pale hands in knots. Well, I see fools and idiots, all of you. Waiting and mumbling and making plans that will never come to fruit.” He very nearly snarled what he said next….

The interior of the castle was surprisingly warm. Samakarantha had not realised how cold he had been outside. The blush of heat put a tingling into his chill cheeks, lips and nose. After a time, Samakarantha even started to feel a touch suffocated in the warmth. Every room had its own well-stoked hearth. The castle…

A little over an hour later, and Samakarantha stepped out the front door of Hissocking Sprent. He self-consciously avoided stepping on the threshold stone, choosing to stride across it, and avoiding the bones that lay somewhere down in the earth beneath. The gloomy watchfulness of the house fell away behind him as he crossed the…

The question shook the creature and made it choke, until it spluttered, “Kill her? Kill her? The lass. No. No. She was an innocent. A charming innocent of a girl. A beautiful song about the house. She left me my bowl of porridge with a wee lump of butter every night. She put out cream…

Samakarantha breathed in deeply. He tasted the air. He closed his eyes and dwelled on the fragrances he detected. He listened intently for echoes of echoes of songs and voices in the darkness too. Just faintly he could smell blood and burnt clay, wet ochre, gritty river sand, rank peat fires and brackish smoke. Beyond…

Samakarantha spent some time contemplating the strangeness of the house. In his mind, he turned over various vestiges of old magic he had come across in his travels, places of old forgotten charms, and lingering powers of the old earth. The feel of this place did not precisely match anything that he had met before–though…

The decorations appeared first at the edges of things. The shapes crept and spread, turning into vines and leaves carved of polished rosewood and dark marble, then moving like real, living vegetation, growing and unfurling, putting out wooden leaves and resplendent flowers that were quickly dyed with inks of red and gold. Mosaic patterns unfolded…

Samakarantha walked to the windows of the room and stood in the streaming sunlight. The glass panes stretched all the way from floor to ceiling, and although the expanse was comprised of hundreds of smallish squares of glass, each enclosed in a leadlight lattice, the whole surface still presented a remarkable flood of daylight in…

“Ah. Well. As it happens–um–you do. For the price of the gold you sent, I was able to purchase the House of Hissocking Sprent in its entirety. The owner was not interested in lease-hold or rent. On the sunny side of the egg, that does mean you don’t need to part with any more coin….