4x-xx-xx ep27 The Feast of Redgauntlet

the weird circle. In this cave with a restless sea we are meant to call from out of the past stories strange and weird. Bellkeeper told the bell so that all they know we are gathered again in the weird circle. The immortal giant and the jibbit hanging and swaying and the jibbit not a

a pretty picture that the swinging branches recall tonight. But I never hear their mournful movement without my thoughts gone backwards, backwards to the doer years, the terrible times a Sir Robert Redgauntlet. This contrary side will long remember him, for our fathers used to draw breath thick when they heard him named. I, Staney Steenson, was his tenant,

And I and every tenant man and Sir Robert Red Gauntless ground had to join the master in his killing raids on the liberal wigs. That night Red Gauntless hung three neighbor men on you. My heart was like a stone, for I held no ill will against the men myself, and worse luck would have it.

I was a last man to leave the frightful scene, for dead him, all horse went lame on me. The three dead men hung high over my head. a jibbit, creaking and swaying as I looked over Davy. And all of a sudden a stranger rode up through the woods. A lean gaunt creature he was and loose ill-fitting clothes. And

his white mare made no sound as she stepped on dry branches. I stood frozen a minute. And then somehow I plucked courage to say, what are you? Man or spirit? I'm stranger to you, though I'm not a stranger in these woods, Phineas Thiemssen.

Not rightly, sir. We rode and rode and I drank a deal of brandy for a... I didn't like the business we had about, and I paid little attention to our direction. This is the wood of the dead, Stini.