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It seemed an eternity before three woodfolk arrived carrying the inert bodies of Danton, Rainstorm and Summer Rain. The two woodfolk were placed carefully on the ground but Danton was dropped unceremoniously. His hands were tied and his face carried the marks of a beating.
Tarkyn dragged his eyes from them and demanded of the lookouts, “What have you done to them?”
The mountainman shrugged disparagingly. “They have been knocked out by a slingshot.” He scowled at the woodfolk within the shield. “You people are a disgrace to the woodfolk nation, allowing a sorcerer to live among you. It is bad enough to have to endure this prince, but at least you had an excuse for that. This man,” he said, nudging Danton’s still form with his boot, “has killed our kin. We will try him and he will be s
