Several of the party come to a stop, looking shocked.
“Can ye hear that?” stammers one man. He crosses himself. They look visibly scared.
One of the gypsy men turns to Isolde, a deep frown on his face. He looks at her intently.
"Aye, I heard it," says Alexander, viewing things more rationally. "I don't think it was pixies. Pixies don't howl like that, I imagine. Sounds more like a wolf, but not exactly. There haven't been any wolves in the wild here for a very long time, though. Still, we'd best hurry."
"Oh no!" She is obviously very frightened but gives Alexander an angry look,
"How can you be so...so foolish? Listen to your ears; those aren't wolves or bears- those are goblins! Are they cackling because they have the children? Or because we are walking straight into a trap!"
She catches the eye of the gypsy who is staring intently at her.
Now the tor is more visible, a solitary dark crag that looms up from the snowy landscape. Unusually for the moor, there appears to be trees growing around the base and up one side of the tor.
Now the awful screaming sound is audible to the whole party, and more of the men stop and gasp in horror. Some seem to hesitate, unsure of whether to press on.
Alexander can't hear anything over the howling and shrieking.
"Please Captain, you're a soldier, you must know what to do; surely it is better to creep up to the tor through those trees whilst some of the men cause a diversion? I really think that if you race up there you will surely be massacred by the goblins."
"Goblins or no, we've got to save the children fast," says Alexander.
"I've no idea myself," says Alexander. "Have you? If not, the only way we're going to find out is to go there and see."
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