Waterstone ran lithely up one long branch until it began to bend under his weight, then jumped down and across into the next tree. From there, he climbed up higher again to repeat the manoeuvre to land in the tree after that. Sorcerer and wizard incanted, “Maya Reeza Mureva!” and rose gracefully to drift along beside the woodman. Stormaway sighed and rolled his eyes. “I’m getting too old for this, you know,” he said in an aside to the prince.
Tarkyn raised his eyebrows. “That’s what you said yesterday, but you don’t seem to have suffered any ill effects.”
“That’s what I always say, but no-one listens to me,” responded the wizard mournfully.
“Maybe that’s because you never stay anywhere long enough for people to care,” suggested the prince kindly.
“What rubbish! We all care about him, a
