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William shot a glance at the roadside, where the dark wood began, the very place where their trek into the thick forest, the enchanted heart of Blackbriar Wood, had begun. Tamara and Bodicea were in there somewhere, and in danger, he was certain.
"I'm going back in, Farris. If I haven't returned in half an hour, take the babies to the village."
Farris frowned. "Yes, sir, but what then? Shall I come back for you after?"
"Absolutely not. If Tamara and I do not appear by morning, send to London for Nigel Townsend. He will know what to-"
But Farris was no longer listening. William saw the man's eyes go wide and turned to see what had startled him so. There, at the edge of the forest, emerging quietly into the road, were warriors on horseback. Dead soldiers. Ghostly riders whom William recognized as the horde of Wild Edric.
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