Chapter Twenty One: The BridgeIn the relative safety of a thickly wooded copse, the four mice were changed back to their normal forms. For a minute or so they sat, shielded from the world by gorse and ferns, in stunned recovery. Occasionally a nose twitched or a hand went, paw-like, for non-existent whiskers.
They had come so far, but were now unarmed in the middle of enemy territory, and almost certainly the subject of a massive man-hunt. Fighting hard to pull himself out of his stupor, Paylen looked from face to face to face, waiting for his companions to speak. For a wizard, he was worldly wise and he had at least a little of what the tartars would call 'savvy'. He had spent as much of the last few years adventuring as he had studying. There was however an extent to which he had always
