“What are you going to do?” I said. “He’s trapped in Faerie. So I must pull him out, of course.” And that was what he did. It is not something I can adequately describe, for I did not see it. He reached out a hand to Eichorn—which the man took, frowning—and pulled him forwards. But I felt it—a sudden dislocation, akin to falling. A shiver went through the grasses, and for a brief moment, all was still.
