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“I think you should be very careful, my lord,” said Stormaway quietly as he poked around the reed platform until he spotted the small stump that had been used by Falling Rain as a table. He brought it around to the front of the shelter, wiped it off and offered it to the prince first, waiting for a refusal before sitting down on it himself. “The pendulum is swinging too far the other way.”
“I’m inclined to agree, Tarkyn,” said Danton, lounging against the trunk of the huge river gum in which Falling Rain had made his home. The woodfolk had waved a cheery farewell and had flitted off through the trees back towards the campsite, full of interest at the sights and improvisations that Falling Rain was showing them along the way.
Tarkyn sat with his legs dangling over the side of the plat
