*There? Your intention?*
“Yes, that’s where we’re headed. Can you come with us? It might take a day or two.”
*Picture of Mag moving abruptly through space, coming out at Edgewood Manor. Picture of people following.*
George blinked. “You can make a way? You want to take us there?”
*Yes. Simple. Waiting.*
He paused to readjust his plans. “Folks, I think I’ve found us a ride. She’s just offered to make a way to Edgewood Manor and bring us along.”
Eluned said, “That’s what the legends say. It’s supposed to be how they get through the rock they live in. Might even be how they eat it, for all we know.”
Idris said quietly, “Do you trust her, huntsman?”
“Yes,” George said, slowly. “I do. She might make a mistake, like not notice how fragile we are, but she doesn’t mean us any harm. I think
