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In the morning, the healer’s brows rose, but she said nothing about the new proximity of their beds. She frowned when Kent told her of Fanya’s fever in the night, but reassured him that the healing was well underway—for both of them.

His moonlit-haired companion slept—or at least he thought she did. After their meal, she’d walked a circle about their campsite, humming beneath her breath and pausing at what he guessed had been each of the four directions. Although he’d watched her closely, he could detect no signs of magic, but he trusted her word that she’d set protective enchantments around them.

Where, by all the seas, was he? Movement again, between the trees. For an instant the shape of the silver deer was outlined against the green-black shadows. Casting aside his confusion, Kent urged his mount forward. This time, he vowed, the White Hart would not escape.