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It was not long after this that the first message came through from Ancient Elm. Several people picked it up but Waterstone had become the traditional go-between and so it was he who approached Tarkyn with the news. He did not look happy.
“Tarkyn, I’m afraid there has been another oversight,” he shook his head, “which I’m sure could have been avoided if we had been working together properly.” He put his hand on Tarkyn’s shoulder, “All I can do is say that we are sorry.”
“We have had enough recriminations. It is time to move on. We are where we are.” Tarkyn patted Waterstone’s hand and the woodman took his hand away. “So, what other vital piece of information did we miss?”
Waterstone grimaced, “None of the Lost realised that you had been exiled.”
“Oh.” Suddenly, Tarkyn’s face split
