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Very early the next morning, Danton crept out of the firesite, unknowingly disturbing nearly all the woodfolk as he passed. Even Harkell heard him pass and, being a habitual early riser, decided to follow him to see what he was up to.
As soon as they were out of earshot of the sleeping woodfolk, Danton turned around and said, “Come on. You might as well catch up and talk to me, if you’re going to follow me. I may not be able to detect a woodman but I can certainly hear you.”
Harkell came out from behind a tree he had been hiding behind with an embarrassed grin on his face. “Morning.”
Danton stood with his hands on his hips. “So, what are you up to? Surely you don’t think I can’t be trusted? Especially after what the guardians said.”
Harkell shook his head, smiling. “No. I just thou
