[Thinlómien]

Brith was patting Grayday there at the back of the stables, in one of the darkest places. She wasn't making any loud noise either, her quiet, drunk sobs were too silent to reach over the gentle nightly noise of horses.

So she didn't wonder that she wasn't noticed by the boy and the girl who entered the stables. Though she was tired, sad and drunk, her curiousity won over everything else and she let her eyes follow them.

It was difficult to see in the dark barn, but Brith's eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The boy escorted the girl to ladders and she climbed up. Surely going to sleep, Brith thought and turned her back to the people. At the moment she preferred her own misery to strangers' goodnights.

She was just about to sit down at the floor, when someone screamed: "It's a ghost! Tiiim!" Her heart pounding fast, Brith turned her teary gaze to the ladder and the loft, waiting to see what was happening.