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Jayhan and Sasha plunged through the long grass and threw themselves into the undergrowth.
“Ow,” muttered Jayhan, as he pushed his way under straggly, sharp-twigged bushes. Their thin branches caught at his clothes and he kept having to drag away or unhitch parts of his surcoat that were caught.
Sasha was not faring much better. “Blasted bushes! We would have to find the clingiest, sharpest bushes in the whole forest to crawl through.”
“Ow,” yelped Jayhan again. “Something bit me.”
Sasha curbed a sigh of exasperation. “No, it didn’t. It’s just the thorns. Some of them are razor-sharp. Come on. We’re nearly through.”
They wriggled and crawled their way through the dense bank of prickly shrubs, Sasha leaving shreds of her dress behind her on the sharp thorns, until finally, they cou
