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The two boys scrambled out from beneath the roof of the blacksmith shop and out into the muddy terrain. They didn’t get much traction, but their eagerness made up for what their feet wouldn’t do.
“Good luck with those two troublemakers!” Barrett called to us as we followed our guides. “And mind you watch out for Grandfather Pine!”
I stopped and looked over my shoulder. “Who?”
He grinned. “Just a legend hereabouts. Supposed to be a living tree walking about the foot of Witch’s Brow protecting some buried treasure.” He nodded at the leather and gave us a wink. “So good luck to you on your ‘sightseeing.’”
Caius and I glanced at each other before we both smiled and, giving our new friend a salute, we hurried to catch up to the young boys. They stood several yards ahead with their leath
