BeMi closed the door to her cottage, threw the bolt and settled the bar in place all in an effort to hold at bay the evil that was befalling the village.  She stood at the shuttered window peering through a narrol slot cut into the wood and wondered who if anyone was coming for her.  One person after another was expelled and still villagers were dying.  BeMi felt alone with no one to trust and wondered, faint of heart, if<strong>Valerian</strong>was an enemy.