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The blond sorcerer and his woodfolk bloodbrother lay side by side on the dusty forest floor. Danton was the first to recover. Slowly, he opened his eyes to find himself in the gloom of a shelter. A soft yellow light issued from a lamp in the corner. He moved slightly and was surprised to find that his hands were no longer bound behind him. He raised himself onto one elbow and realised that Rainstorm was lying beside him. Danton felt rather foggy but his head was clearing fast. Memories of recent events made him wince in horror. Just as he gave Rainstorm’s shoulder a shake, he noticed Falling Branch sitting quietly in a corner away from the lamp, watching him.
As soon as their eyes met, Falling Branch smiled, “How are you feeling, my heroic son?”
“Heroic?” Danton rolled onto his back
