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‘Did you hear that, Granny?’ Willem’s head was cocked as if straining to catch a sound from far off. ‘A howling on the wind.’
His brothers nodded their heads at his question to Old Goody. They too could hear the ghostly trailing of a far off howl. They shivered despite the warmth of the Yule blaze and drew nearer to the fireplace.
As if in answer to Willem, too, there came a keening bay from the Green Man’s back courtyard as the old hound raised up his grizzled muzzle to answer his son’s call. And from the hills came the yips and yowling of their wilder cousins as the thrill of the hunt to come was sung out . . .
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