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was splendid. I never even saw you move.”
    “Neither did he. Well, Jill, I’m going to drink this ale, and then we’ll be packing up and getting on the road.”
    “I thought we were going to stay here tonight.”
    “We
were.
”
    All aflutter, Blaer ran over.
    “By the pink asses of the gods! How often does this sort of thing happen to you?”
    “Far too often. These young dogs would count it an honor to be the man who killed Cullyn of Cerrmor.” Cullyn took a long swallow of ale. “So far all they’ve won for their trouble is a broken wrist, but ye gods, it wearies me.”
    “So it must.” Blaer shuddered as if he were cold. “Well, lass, it’s a strange life you’re going to lead, riding with him. You’ll make some man a cursed strange wife someday, too.”
    “I’ll never marry a man who isn’t as great a swordsman as my Da. So probably I’ll never marry at all.”
    That afternoon they rode fast and steadily, finally stopping about an hour before sunset when Cullyn judged that they’d gotten far enough away from Gruffidd’s warband. They found a farmer who let them camp in a corner of his pasture and who sold them oats for Cullyn’s horse and the new pony. While Cullyn scrounged dead wood from the nearby forest for a fire, Jill put the horses on their tether ropes and staked them out. She had to stand on the head of the stakes and use her whole weight, but finally she forced them in. She was starting back to the camp when the gray gnome appeared, popping into reality in front of her and dancing up and down. With a laugh, Jill picked him up in her arms.
    “You did follow me! That gladdens my heart.”
    The gnome gave her a gape-mouthed grin and put his arms around her neck. He felt dry, a little scaly to thetouch, and smelled of freshly turned earth. Without thinking, Jill carried him back to camp and talked all the while about the things that had happened on the road. He listened solemnly, then suddenly twisted in her arms in alarm and pointed. Jill saw Cullyn, trotting back with a load of wood, and his eyes were narrow with exasperation. The gnome vanished.
    “Jill, by the gods!” Cullyn snapped. “What cursed strange kind of game or suchlike were you playing? Talking to yourself and pretending to carry something, I mean.”
    “It was naught, Da. Just a game.”
    Cullyn dumped the wood onto the ground.
    “I won’t have it. It makes you look like a half-wit or suchlike, standing around talking to yourself. I’ll buy you a doll if you want something to talk to that badly.”
    “I’ve got a doll, my thanks.”
    “Then why don’t you talk to it?”
    “I will, Da. Promise.”
    Cullyn set his hands on his hips and looked her over.
    “And just what were you pretending? More of that nonsense about the Wildfolk?”
    Jill hung her head and began scrubbing at the grass with the toe of her boot. Cullyn slapped her across the face.
    “I don’t want to hear a word of it. No more of this babbling to yourself.”
    “I won’t, Da. Promise.” Jill bit her lip hard to keep back the tears.
    “Oh, here.” Suddenly Cullyn knelt down in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders. “Forgive me the slap, my sweet. Your poor old father’s all to pieces these days.” He hesitated for a moment, looking honestly troubled. “Jill, listen to me. There’s plenty of people in the kingdom who believe the Wildfolk are real enough. Do you know what else they believe? That anyone who can see them is a witch. Do you know what could happen to you if someone heard you talking to the Wildfolk? For all that you’re but a little lass, there could be trouble over it. Idon’t want to have to cut my way through a crowd of farmers to keep you from being beaten to death.”
    Jill went cold all over and started shaking. Cullyn drew her into his arms and hugged her, but she felt like shoving him away and running wildly into the forest. But I do see them, she thought, does that make me a witch? Am I going to turn into