There are times when hope is rewarded, and as Eustace comes bursting through the bushes and into a small clearing, he might see that this is one such time.
For in the center of the clearing, great golden eyes turn unerringly toward him.
"Son of Adam, we are well met in this place, at long last."
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For in the center of the clearing, great golden eyes turn unerringly toward him.
"Son of Adam, we are well met in this place, at long last."