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Over the next four days, Harkell joined in with the laughter and conversation, took part in an archery competition, which he lost by a considerable margin, and discussed the alternative tactics that both Jarand and Kosar were likely to employ. Only occasionally, did his soft brown eyes become thoughtful and introspective.
Tarkyn, on the other hand, was tense and uncommunicative while the other sorcerers and the woodfolk seemed to be simmering with an unexplained excitement. Several times, Harkell caught meaningful glances passing between members of the home guard. On one occasion, Rainstorm realised that Harkell had seen the interchange and gave a wry grimace, but didn’t offer to explain.
“No, you’re right,” said Harkell, nodding his approval, “It is better that I do not know. Then,
