“Can you, Stormaway?” asked Creaking Bough. “And if so, will it be safe for the children?”
Danton stopped dead and swung round to confront the woodwoman. “I would think you should be more concerned about protecting your forest guardian.” said Danton sharply, “… and being true to your oath.”
Thunder Storm rose slowly to his feet. Something about his stance reminded Danton that this woodman was the fastest, deadliest marksman among them. “Danton, you are not the keeper of our honour.” A note of anger vibrated through the woodman’s voice. “Creaking Bough and I have children who look to us for their life and safety. We have already taken them through dangerous situations in support of your prince. Taking them somewhere where their presence may hinder our actions will help no one. This oath o
