"It seems I'm not the only one to choose gruesome songs for the trail," said Birdie to Holly, and she continued with another verse:
Down in yonder green field,
Down, a down, hey down, hey down,
There lies a knight slain 'neath his shield,
With a down.
His hounds they lie down at his feet,
So well they do their master keep,
With a down, derry, derry, derry down, down
"And speaking of ravens; we seem to have three of our own following us. Perhaps they are looking for breakfast, too?"
Birdie gestured upward with her head. There, in the trees, were three crebain. They flitted from branch to branch, following the progress of the travelers, and they made no sound.
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