Cait and Danny stood among tall trees. A wooded valley lay before them, the rolling hills a sea of green. Frost gilded the ground but the sky was brightening. Early sunlight flooded the scene with a hazy glow, making the world seem like it had emerged then and there from the mist. Toward the top of the opposite slope, in a clearing, stood a huge chair fashioned from tree-trunks, as if some giant was in the habit of sitting there to survey his lands.
“Are you sure we aren"t in Andar now?” asked Cait.
“Sure,” said Danny. “The wyrm said we"d end up here. That"s a sculpture. There"s loads in the woods round here.”
“Come on, let"s get back to the others.”
They headed into the thicker woods. The layer of fallen needles underfoot was soft: a thick, foamy carpet of spikes.
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