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→For a moment, Rufus wished he was back in his hammock in the Ironwood Stands; safe, comfortable, with a mild case of bark-croup …

→‘Freeglader!’

→THE END

→‘Freeglader!’

→‘Clan-chief,’ he replied, as he had done countless times since Felfpht and the others had set off – only this time adding softly, ‘deputy.’

→Grefphith snorted softly. Milfphin had never managed either to look him in the eye when speaking, or to utter his name.

→Rufus was about to reply - but stopped, his mouth open in horror, as he stared past Tam at the treetops just beyond.

→Patrolled?
Rufus reached the branch and shook Tam awake.
'Is that Cedifice?' said Tam blearily. 'Or am I dreaming?'

→'No.' Cedifice's voice was calm but firm.' You must leave us now. Co back to the Free Glades and return as soon as iton can with the rest of the roost. There isn't a moment to lose. The woods round here aren't safe, Rufus. They're patrolled...'

→Hold on there! Rufus arrived back at the darkelm and began to climb. Tain and I'll come and get you. We got lost in tree cloud. Lucky we did, Cedifice, or you'd be..

→'Holt and Hudflux were injured when Dex was killed, and we lost Lance-Corporal Fledder when toe rescued them. Sergeant Logglimb has a barbed arrow in his arm, and I've got a few cuts and scrapes - but we'll survive. Left half of the hammerheads dead in return, and shook off the rest. We're holed up in an irottwood pine on the edge of this infernal glade. I've been reading the thoughts of the armourer daunt there for a day now. They're not good, Rufus. And now he's armed the hammerheads. They're just passed be below...'

→And the others? Rufus reached the notch on the green birch tree and paused.

→'We're in a bad way, Rufus' Cedifice's voice sounded again in his head. 'Ran into a war-party of hammerheads, fifty strong. They got Gaddius, hut not before he took ten or so with him. Went down fighting...'

→Cedifice? Where am you? Rufus reached out to the waif with his thoughts as he followed his tracks back to the darkelm.

→'Rufus? Rufus, is that you?'
Rufus stumbled and almost cried out - but managed to stifle his yelp of surprise. It was Cedifice the waif's voice in his head.

→But he knew he couldn't. Now, more than ever, he knew he had to get back to the Free Glades and raise the alarm.

→The goblins set off across the glade at a loping half- run, pausing only to look down at the remains of the death-cheaters before disappearing into the forest. Rufus turned to go. His heart was hammering away in his chest and his mouth was dry. After a day gal loping through freezing tree cloud, all he wanted to do was curl up beneath Lyrinx in the protective branches of the darkelm tree and forget all about the horror he'd just witnessed.

→The armourer permitted himself what, on his tortured face, passed for a smile.
'Return with the grain and the gold and I'll have some more of my phraxfires waiting for you.'

→'We have a deal,' said the hammerhead, and motioned to his comrades. They each took four globes and strung them from their belts. 'We'll be back for more,' he growled, 'when we've raided the Goblin Nations.'

→The shryke took a metal globe from the belt at her shoulder and, closing one eye, took aim. Rufus knew what was coming next, yet couldn't tear his eyes away. The shryke swung her taloned claw in a wide arc round her head and let go. The globe flashed through the air and landed in the midst of the retreating death-cheaters. A moment later there was a flash, a loud crack, and all six figures were engulfed in white flames. In moments, the desiccated, half-dead creatures were reduced to ash.