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Darkness had closed in and the moon had not yet risen as Tarkyn and Danton moved gingerly through the woods, each close behind a woodman who seemed to have a much better facility for night vision than they did. As they broke out of the forest into the grasslands, a glow on the eastern horizon heralded the impending rising of the moon.
“This is not ideal,” whispered Waterstone, coming up beside the prince. “We really don’t want to be silhouetted against the sky by a full moon.” He looked up. “Blast it! Stars everywhere,” he said, without the slightest thought for the beauty of the firmament above them. “Not a cloud in sight.”
“At least we won’t get wet.”
Waterstone gave a grunt of laughter. “Such an optimist. We will, sooner or later.”
“Such a pessimist,” retorted Tarkyn.
“We’re go
