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For a long time after the others had returned to the cave, Tarkyn sat in the snow under a tree, wrapped in his wolf skin cloak, wondering about how Falling Rain would react to their advent. The prince was particularly concerned about Falling Rain’s reaction to Stormaway when he found out that the wizard had used mind control to force him to betray the whereabouts of the other woodfolk and thus earn himself exile. He heard crunching footsteps in the snow behind him before Waterstone came into sight around the side of the tree. Tarkyn glanced up and smiled as the woodman sat down beside him. “Hello. Come to see whether I’m all right, have you?”
“What you? A hated sorcerer?” Waterstone said lightly, throwing a sideways glance to check that it was taken in good part. “Yes, I have actually
