Fortunately, Bodicea did not have to locate them. She knew precisely where they were headed. Perhaps fifty yards away, through undergrowth and a bramble of low-hanging branches, Tamara had been caught by the Faerie Princess herself. There was another voice in that direction, a familiar one, and Bodicea felt a shudder pass through her ectoplasmic form at the thought.

She'd no idea where William had gone off to, but there was no time for wonder or recrimination. Only for action.

The ghostly queen slipped out of the tangible, darted cross a small patch of the ethereal, and reappeared in the forest in a small, open space in the wood. It was not large enough even to be called a clearing. Her spectral body felt heavier here in these woods. The enchantment upon the forest combined with the magickal attack of the Faeries had made her more tangible. More vulnerable.