"Whoever or whatever killed the newcomers has got the children up on the tor. Now I reckon you have your own ideas about what's up there but it doesn't change the need to creep up there stealthily and try to rescue the children before we maybe lose them altogether. How one would do that I'm afraid I don't know; I'm a teacher not a red indian.
"But the poachers amongst you have the knowledge and the soldiers would best know how to deploy the men here. I suppose I'd best go with the group who try to rescue the children; they'll probably need comforting. I'm going to start walking up through those trees now because I can't move as quickly as you in these skirts. And hopefully I'm wrong about the goblins."
She turns and starts picking her way up through the tussocks and rocks towards the wood.
"I'm no very sneaky," says Alexander, "but I'm a good shot with a shotgun. I'll go with the soldiers and hunters."
“There’s only one way up the tor in these conditions” he says. “Through the trees. The far side would need ropes at the best of times to make it with a reasonable chance of success. My son is up there, so let’s get moving.”
"Right, I'm with you," says Alexander. "I've got some rope, but I don't think we have time to go for a climb, and we'd be at a disadvantage to whoever's above. At least the trees will provide cover."
He passed him the stout walking stick. ”Just in case it turns out to be hogwash, eh?”
"I can't believe we may actually see some real pixies; if it wasn't for the children this would be rather quite exciting!" She says in a low voice.
Alexander also can't believe they may actually see some real pixies, though he doesn't say so.
The oaks are gnarled and stunted, in fact it is a wonder that they can grow at all in the poor soil of the moors. The ground is uneven and strewn with boulders, slowing progress.
The snarling and roaring from the hill above gets steadily louder.
"That's a bit odd," says Alexander. "The tree branches are moving toward us, but the wind is going the other way. I'd, um, give the trees a wide berth."
Alexander barely manages to get out of the way of the tree branches, having been forewarned.
"The druids! This must be their magic or the pixies can control nature! We can't hope to make it through these trees!"
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