“Stop bragging. Let’s go and get some breakfast,” said Waterstone, walking up to hear the end of this. “And bring your friend with you. You don’t want Stormaway bending his ear all day.”
As they walked back towards the large clearing where the rest of the woodfolk awaited them, Waterstone and Danton found themselves side by side while Tarkyn was carried off by an enthusiastic Rainstorm.
Danton mused, “I was right, wasn’t I? We were being watched.”
Waterstone smiled grimly. “You certainly were.”
“And you were making sure I didn’t hurt him or try to carry him off, I presume?”
“Yes. You came b****y close to being shot a few times last night. When you retrieved your knives and stood over Tarkyn, it was touch and go.”
Danton’s face tightened. “And did Prince Tarkyn know you were standing
