Song giggled and clapped her paws. “That’s the stuff, Grandma. You give him a good spankin’!”

Rimrose wagged a paw at her daughter. “That’ll be quite enough o’ that, missie. Show some proper respect for yore elders!” Then, unable to prevent herself, she fell against Song, laughing helplessly. “Oh, heeheehee! It’d be a funny sight to see yore grandma givin’ that great lump a spank or two! Heehee!”

Grandma Ellayo let go of the stick and turned on Song and Rimrose, attempting to look fierce as she hid a smile. “Hah! Don’t you two think I couldn’t tan his tail if’n I took a mind to do it. I’m still his mother, y’know!”

Janglur lifted his mother clear of the ground, hugging her fondly. “You can skelp the fur off’n me anytime ye wants to, my lovely ole barkbelter. Why, I’ll bet y’could—”

Song interrupted suddenly. “Look! The foxes are gone.”

All that remained of the Marlfoxes’ visit was a few drops of blood from Ascrod’s muzzle, glistening darkly amid the disturbed dust of the path. Janglur peered into the dark woodlands. “Aye, they’ve got away somehow. Won’t catch ’em now, they’ve vanished.” He put a paw about his daughter’s shoulders. “Mark what I say, Song. They’re Marlfoxes, strange blood runs in their veins. They can disappear like no other livin’ creature.”

*

“C’mon, ladies, we best break camp an’ get travelin’.”

Janglur’s family had been wanderers since he was in his infancy, and breaking camp was a simple affair to them. Once the canvas they used as a tent had been folded, their few cooking implements were rolled in it to form a backpack. In the predawn light they breakfasted on clear streamwater and a traveling fruit and honey cake that Rimrose had baked two days before.

“Grandma, what’s a Marlfox?” asked Song, between mouthfuls.

Ellayo tried to explain. “The story goes back a long ways—’tis far too long to tell in a short time. But I’ll tell ye this much, missie. Somewhere there’s a forgotten lake, a great stretch o’ deep water, almost an inland sea somebeasts say. That’s where the Marlfoxes live, an’ the most cunning of ’em all, if’n she still lives, is Queen Silth. Aye, they call her the most powerful magic creature alive. ’Tis said her island is a place o’ great riches an’ beauty. I heard all this from a poor creature who was set upon by a bunch of magpies while fishing off the island.”

Ellayo fell silent, and Janglur said, “Don’t bother your grandma further, Song. If Marlfoxes are loose in the land y’may learn more than you bargained for. Pick up that linen now, we need t’be travelin’. North an’ east a touch, I reckon.”

Song folded the small tablecloth, which she had embroidered herself. “What lies in that direction, Father?”