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Two days later, Tarkyn and his home guard left the Lost Forest. Just as they reached its borders, Moridan appeared before the prince on the path ahead of them.
“You might like to know, my young relative, that the challenge I had planned never came to fruition. The person concerned chose to confront it himself before I could set anything up.”
“And who was this person?” asked Tarkyn.
“Waterstone.”
Tarkyn gave a gentle smile, “It was the horse, wasn’t it? He confronted it to repair our friendship.”
Moridan looked at Waterstone who had come to stand beside Tarkyn. “I am glad my young relative warrants that level of courage from you but equally, I would be careful how often you stretch the bonds of friendship. One day you may ask too much of them and they may stretch beyond repair.” He
