“There,” he said, pointing. “Where that spring emerges from the rock. It’s a shallow thing—a cosy little cottage for one of the common fae, I suppose. Don’t step in the mist, or it’ll sweep you into Faerie.” I hastened over to the spring, squeezing the coin I carry in my pocket to ward off enchantment. But I saw no movement around the spring—which was clearly a faerie door, now that I had a good look at it.[*]
