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Chapter 10
Chapter Ten Over the next several weeks, we took measures to be certain we would be prepared for our journey. Imogen sewed small pouches of herbs in our skirts so that we would not be without aid if one of us became sick or injured. On washing day, we smuggled warm cloaks and a change of clothes out of the castle with the soiled linens, using a hollow tree stump at the edge of the lake as a hiding place for our supplies. It was my job to see that a certain amount of food was set aside, along with a few wineskins. Finally, Imogen procured two small daggers—purloined from the Picts, she said—as a means of protection and for use in hunting. When all was in place, we waited for the appointed hour. Like everyone Druid-trained, Malegant would be using the feast coupled with the eclipse, the t
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