"We shall have no tomfoolery. You shall tell the Swifts what you have told me, nothing more. Is that understood?" Bodicea's tone brooked no argument. The sprite swallowed hard and nodded, mortally terrified of Bodicea. Tamara understood how one could feel intimidated by the warrior queen. She was not to be trifled with.
"There be a tree, like the great Yggdrasil in the far North-"
"You mean an Ash tree?" Tamara queried.
The sprite nodded. "Ay, my lady witch. Like the great mother tree in the North, it is. At this tree we woodland folk have seen a great faerie queen and her sisters gather. They sing together a song of magick, strong magick it be, too. We stay far from this place and its powerful magick, lest we be caught in the spell that has been woven there."
"Can you show us this tree?" William asked.
The sprite glared at him. "Ye? Ye who insult us? We shall not show ye this place. Not 'pon our life."