“Creatures of the south,” said Gran Aischa. “They live a little outside the world and steal people from our world into theirs. When the plagues came so long ago, most of the people died, but I imagine the Fair Folk lived.” She took another drink. “I won’t get to the great port again in my lifetime, or I’d ask a trader there if they still put out milk for the fairies. I’d be surprised if they didn’t.” She leaned forward and poked a withered finger at Gerta. “Not like us. The tonttu were never as cruel as the Fair Folk.” Gerta nodded politely. The old storyteller was rambling now, and Gerta
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