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Pawn
Godric looked out over the moonlit field of stubbled wheat, trying to calm his heart. Just a little longer. The thought snaked through his chaotic mind. He wondered for a moment if it was his own thought, one of Wulfram’s, or the Undying’s. It was becoming harder to tell which was which.
He squelched the panic that thought brought and forced himself to think through his plan. Or, technically speaking, the plan. None of this was his idea.
He had sent the Hound away earlier. Not back to the Alder King, of course. Only the Huntsman himself could collect it back into his happy little family. No, he had commanded it to go far enough away so that Thomas and his father could not sense it when they had gone on their quest this night to search it out.
The Hound had obeyed him, its red
