A cauldron of trouble is brewing in Valloaria ...Me sister loved me. I could see it in every worry-etched line on her face. I rested me hand on hers, looked her eye to eye, and said, "If it was one of ye bairns, ye'd go too."She held me gaze for a moment, and then nodded. "What will ye do?""Find Adorabelle and bring her home.""But what will ye do if the witches won't allow it?"I hauled the small sack I'd previously packed onto me back and me muscles...