Naval had handed the beggar at the crossroads five ¢hits an hour earlier, and the beggar followed him all the way to the edge of the wisewood to tell him not to go in. "She's gone fella. Doant enter that wisewood - that's all I 'as to say to thee." "You're wrong. I have no choice. I need to go into the wisewood." "She'll come back fella, when she's good and ready. Tha doant need to go in there looking for her." "Wait, what? - how do you know she'll come back?" "I's milting fella, I maybe old, but I's seen all this an 'undred times before."







