“So,” said the archaeon, “would it be fair to say things are not quite going to plan, little witch?”
Fer had resisted talking to the archaeon for as long as she could. Partly because she didn"t want to be the one to tell it they were trapped, partly because she didn"t want to face the mocking look in its eye. But they could think of nothing else to try.
“That would be a fair thing to say,” she replied.
They"d slept under the trees in the Tanglewood. Impossible to say for how long, but she at least felt rested. Ran and Johnny had been awake for hours while she slumbered, unable to do anything but scavenge for firewood without losing sight of their camp.
They"d talked about their options. Johnny had suggested she try to speak to the archaeon. When she"d explained she already had, they"d
