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In a nearby part of the forest, Stormaway pounded along a narrow track, looking for all the world like Tarkyn from the back, long black hair streaming out behind him. A score of soldiers were in hot pursuit, calling ahead to their comrades hidden in the bushes to intercept. But unbeknownst to them, the woods on either side of Stormaway’s pre-planned path was littered with unconscious sorcerers.
Stormaway reached a part of the forest where the path bent sharply to the right. As soon as he was out of sight of his pursuers, he stepped behind a bush, changed his appearance to blend with the soldiers and doubled back to join the rear of their ranks.
The soldiers rounded the corner and stared ahead at the empty path.
“Blast him! He must have slipped off into the trees. Why has no one inte
