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Danton and Caroman led Tarkyn to a small clearing, a quarter of a mile away. On the other side of it, Tarkyn could see the blurry edge of the Lost Forest, its old gnarled trees in sharp contrast to the younger forest in which the home guard was camped, close to the edge of the grasslands. A large overhanging pine tree stood in the centre. Stillwaters was nowhere in sight.
“We’re not going into the Lost Forest, are we?” asked Tarkyn, not happy with the prospect.
“No Your Highness, we are not,” answered Caroman, “although Stillwaters or I could transport you there anytime you wished…and back again.”
Tarkyn put up his hand, “No thanks. Not at the moment.”
Caroman gave a little cough, “I should perhaps mention, Your Highness, that Stillwaters will not appear as you last saw her. Be pre
