Carrot and Coals II…

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…I wait until I see Wen’s shoulders shaking with grief then go and collect her.

As I said earlier, I do not really know why she has to keep punishing herself in this way.

Foolishly, we walk back along the tops heading straight into the wind, which rips into us viciously its cold-laced edges buffeting, stinging and biting into our exposed flesh mercilessly.

The Telling Stone plays the same trick as the Mark Stone from earlier, looking twice its normal height from a distance and then halving in size as we move up close.

“How do they do that?”

“I really don’t know but maybe it’s not them at all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe it’s us.”

“Maybe it is.”

“You have to put your hands on the stone.”

I put my hands on the Telling Stone… nothing.

Also foolishly, we walk onto the cairn beyond.

It always starts to rain at the cairn and sure enough today is no exception providing a fitting end to another rather harrowing sojourn at Bar-Brook-One.

“She said something about finding a white stone,” says Wen.

This time when we get back to the Silver-Bullet it is the Bake-Well Tart that gets the fondant treatment.

It was supposed to be going back to Bucks with Wen, not inside her stomach.

“There’s a white stone in Revelation,” I reply, redundantly.

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