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Twenty minutes later, with a small rucksack filled with supplies slung on his back, Waterstone stomped over to Tarkyn and said, “Come on, young one. We need to talk.”
Tarkyn raised his eyebrows and threw an apprehensive grimace at Danton and Harkell, with whom he had been talking, before standing up and following his woodbrother without question.
“I saw that,” said Waterstone briefly over his shoulder as they walked down to the river.
Tarkyn grinned. “Sorry. I’m just waiting to see what I’ve done wrong this time.”
Waterstone grunted but said nothing further until they had seated themselves in their time honoured place against the rocks looking out over the river. The reeds swayed in the soft breeze of early spring and the branches overhead were covered in buds that had not yet unfu
