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Wakey, Wakey
Godric looked down at Thomas. The wilding slept fitfully in the silver light of the moon that streamed in from the open door. Around him the horses shifted and whickered uneasily.
A bitter pang pierced him. There had been a time when he could calm a horse with a word or a song. Now they rolled their eyes at him when he approached, instinctively shying away. It had even become increasingly difficult to ride his mount. The loss of his previous Fey-kinship with both tamed and wild animals grieved him.
Wulfram had sent him to wake Thomas and the Seelie, but he hesitated. This would be the end for the wilding. He wondered at the regret he felt. Perhaps he was not so far gone in the Undying’s grip that he could not feel remorse.
He staggered as a bright flash of pain burst i
