There seemed to be other rooms higher in the tree, but the entrances were too small for me. Unlike the beast, I could not change my size.

What was I dealing with here? What could the creature possibly be? And then, suddenly, a name exploded inside my head:

Kobalos!

When I’d first confronted it, the creature had said, “Your land will soon belong to my people! Then your women will abide by our laws. As for the men and boys, they will all be dead.”

I hadn’t been concentrating on its words at the time because I’d been scared, but now, all at once, it made sense. Grimalkin had encountered this race on her journeys north last year. Her description matched the beast I’d faced. She’d told me that the Kobalos planned to make war on the human race and asked that I accompany her to face the threat. Perhaps the creature I had killed was a spy sent here to discover our strengths and weaknesses before the bigger attack came. But if so, why had he killed those three girls, drawing attention to himself?

There was only one way to find out for sure. I had to summon the witch assassin. During my research I’d come across a brief mention of these creatures in my master’s Bestiary, but I hadn’t made the link, and I knew I would only be able to find out so much from books. Grimalkin had been to their land. She would know much about them that could be useful.

I returned to Jenny, my mind full of what my next move should be.

By the evening she felt strong enough to walk, so we set off back toward Chipenden, taking our time. We arrived just before dusk, and I halted on the edge of the garden, calling out in a loud voice, “Hear me! This girl is protected. Harm not a hair of her head!”

After I had explained about the boggart to Jenny, we entered the garden and made our way toward the house. I gave the bench a wide berth—I didn’t want her to see my master’s disturbed grave. I was in no mood for explanations, and I was embarrassed. How foolish I had been to think of burying the Starblade there at all! Tomorrow I would have to fill in the Spook’s grave for the second time.

Once in the house, I grabbed a clean sheet and a blanket. Then I lit a candle and gave it to the girl to carry. Upstairs, I pushed open the door of my room and beckoned her inside.

“You’ll sleep here. This is to change the bed,” I said, thrusting the bedclothes toward her. “In the morning, you’ll hear a bell ring. That’s the signal to go down to breakfast. But whatever you do, don’t come down before. The boggart cooks breakfast, and it doesn’t like being disturbed in the kitchen. Understand?”

Jenny merely nodded.

“Look, you must be exhausted. I’ll make up the bed for you,” I said, reaching for the sheet.