Lady Margaret lay in the brush behind the old, crumbling stone well, just where her Tam Lin had told her to wait. She breathed as softly as she could, with her hand on her navel, just as her Tam Lin had told her to do. There was absolute silence: no bird chirped, no squirrel squeaked, not even a familiar breeze murmured to remind her that this was her wood, the wood her father had given to her, the wood where she had met her elfin...

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