They followed his finger—his juddering, outstretched finger, its bitten-down nail—and Thomas heard a sigh whisper through the group. He looked around and saw all the girls staring at the spot indicated by Robin, their faces intent, as though they had found in the wooded vista something familiar and frightening. They knew what he meant by them. Elizabeth stepped forward. “You are Robin Wildgoose. Nobody else. Nothing will ever change that.”
