“We are being followed.” The girl’s mouth trembled. “By what?” “I don’t know. But it has been behind us for several hours.” Someone giggled in the distance. Ariadne froze. I scanned the path, but naturally there was no movement but the drifting leaves, and the sunlight playing through the evaporating rain curling off the forest floor. I thought quickly. “But perhaps I am wrong,” I said. “Perhaps it is only the leaves.” “Leaves!” a small voice echoed. “No, no, it’s me! I have been following you all this time, not only for a few hours.” Snowbell crept out of a foxhole that I had not noticed
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