‘You know why I’m here?’

‘You know why I’m here?’ He stood in the open doorway, lit by the moon, staring hard at her.

She screwed up her eyes, peering at the silhouette she had watched grow from child to man. It wasn’t like him to come to her. Unless he wanted something.

‘No.’ She pulled in her lips, opened them with a smack. ‘But I bet you’ve bought some gold with you.’

He frowned at her heavy sarcasm, smirked. ‘I thought you might make me a gift, old woman.’

‘And why would I do that?’ She bristled. Since when did she have...