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They struck just after dawn.
A sleek, streamlined boat slid out from beneath an overhanging willow tree as they passed and, with six people pulling on oars, quickly gained on them. In the bows and along the starboard side of the boat, a dozen heavily armed men stood, swords in hand, ready to jump aboard the Woodland Rover, as soon as they were close enough.
Rainstorm saw them first. He reached over and touched Lapping Water to alert her, at the same time sending a mental alarm to Tarkyn and the woodfolk. They reached for their bows, which they always kept close by, slinging their quivers on their backs, ready for action.
“How many?” asked Waterstone.
Rainstorm simply sent an image that saved answering a lot of questions.
“Have they seen you?” asked Autumn Leaves.
“If they haven’t
