He broke off as he realised that both woodmen were grinning broadly at him.
“No wonder you’re so blindingly honest. You couldn’t lie to save yourself,” chortled Waterstone. “Come on. Come and sit down. I’ll get us something to drink and you can tell me what’s so interesting, if you can think it up before I’ve brought you some juice.”
Once the three of them were seated with cups of apple juice, Tarkyn said, “Actually, I do have something interesting to tell you and hopefully show you. But first I need to clarify something. If someone has sent you an image at some time in the past, can you send that image on to someone else?”
The woodfolk nodded. “It’s just like sending a memory,” said Autumn Leaves, “An image is an image, wherever it comes from. It can be a real view of something, it can
