Nothing in this world is harder than speaking the truth, nothing easier than flattery.— Fyodor Dostoyevsky (a Russian writer)
Recap: She didn't kill him and just as Acacius had had the courage to make the girl listen to his side of the story, she was going to tell hers. Ophelia lit a lantern, put on her cloak, found her walking stick, and headed out.
Night had fallen by the time they had gotten out of the hut. The winged trio stretched their legs and muscles while Aurora rubbed her sore wrists and ankles against each other. The crone had droned on and on and the story had seemed not to have an end.
