‘Research. I read the copy of Angela’s story and obviously illustrate that, but the extra detail comes from researching the subject. Like this. Her new fairy is called Runa, that’s Norse for a charm, or Sanskrit for magician. I’m not sure which she meant, they both fit the bill. The rowan is greatly revered for its protective qualities, it’s meant to ward off harm.’

‘That’s a bit of luck. We have a splendid one in the back garden. It’s a lovely tree.’

‘The Welsh planted them in their churchyards, where we used to plant the yew. They are supposed to watch over the spirits of the dead.’

‘And this young chap?’ He pointed to Runa, standing under his rowan tree.

‘He’s her new hero for this next book, The Protector of the Magical Garden of Gort.’

‘I’ve a feeling we’ll be seeing his face staring at us from quite a few grubby T-shirts next year.’

‘Who knows? But he is a handsome little devil, isn’t he?’

They stared at the painting. It was definitely too good for children. It had a magic about it, but it was more than just a pretty picture for kids. The colours were deep and rich, and the attention to detail reminded him of the Millais painting of Ophelia. Runa himself possessed a charisma that shone like a beacon.

‘Who on earth did you model this boy on?’

‘He’s not a boy, Will. He’s a fairy.’

‘Okay, but you had to model that face on someone.’

‘No, I didn’t. It’s just how I see Runa. Now it is Runa. I just hope he’s everything Angela is hoping for.’ Kate sounded unsure of herself all at once.

‘I’m certain he is, and a whole lot more besides. Angela will be thrilled when she sees this. It’s your best yet.’

‘I’m glad you think so, but still, I really am tiring of Angela’s fairies. It’s this place. Having been here for a while, I now know that I can do much, much better.’

Will saw a strange, intense light in her eyes that he had never seen before. ‘Well, you are only contracted for one more book, so why not get that out of the way, then take a break and concentrate on your own work?’

‘I can’t wait that long!’ She almost spat the words back at him. ‘Don’t you understand, Will? I need to be rid of all this!’ She stared accusingly at her rowan fairy, and for one awful moment Will thought she was going to sweep it from the easel and hurl it to the floor.

Then the doorbell rang.

Kate closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ‘Oh shit. Well, we’d better get this over with.’

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE