“Who’s Rug . . . Rugger . . . or whatever you said?” asked Nathan.

    “Are you a leprechaun?” asked Christopher.

    “How come you speak English?” asked Nathan.

    “There would be much to discuss,” said Gilin, “but we haven’t time. One of your kind wounded my raven and we desperately need help.”

    Christopher glared at his older brother. Nathan looked at the ground.

    “In the past,” said Gilin, “your species and mine . . .” He stopped. Striding toward him was Ruggum Chamter.

    Observing from his hiding place, t...

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