Following a path of clump and cliff and clay Inteachán carefully clambered up towards the grounds of the house.

She scaled an ivy-clad wall and dropped silently into the garden. Ahead of her sat the house, brightly lit and baleful in the moonlight.

A fox appeared on the edge of the lawn.

‘Not again,’ thought Inteachán. But this time the fox melted back into the shadows and she was left alone with her mission.

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