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‘Anyway,’ she said.

‘Any way? Are you sure?’ Tulp said. He looked down each of the three other roads in turn, then longingly down the track back to the village.

‘No, I mean… well, anyway,’ Tessla said. ‘This is goodbye and all that.’ She swapped her wizard’s staff to her other hand and held out her right hand towards Tulp.

Tulp looked down at her hand as though she was offering him a long-dead fish.

‘In the town, they shake hands when they meet or say goodbye.’ Tessla explained.

‘Do they? Why...