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William stared yet again at the place where the passage through the tree had been. He was trapped in the vast hollow inside the enormous tree with five babies, the children of Blackbriar village. Tamara had rescued two of them and gone out of the same hole they had used to climb in, and then the hole had closed. William had tried to use magic to force his way out, to no avail, and then sat back to wait for Tamara and Bodicea to find a way to rescue him and the infants, all but one of whom was sleeping. The exception, a chubby baby boy, was sucking his thumb contentedly and staring at William as if challenging him to come up with a way out of this mess.
"Stop staring at me, will you?" William snapped, glaring at the baby, who only giggled moistly around his thumb.
All right, he thought. Tamara's not coming. Bodicea's not coming. That can only mean something's gone wrong. Something serious. Might well be that they're under attack right now. Wild Edric and his men, like as not. Or these Faeries the damned sprite talked about. Or the sprite herself, and some of her sharp little friends. Not going to figure it out from in here, am I? The major point is, if Tamara's not come to get me, she's got trouble. Which means she needs me. Which means I've got to get myself and these little urchins out of here.
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