Pixies and humans. Thoughts about those dangers are crowding out those that should be focused on catching Rumble.
Finally I concluded that I was under-armed against the growing likelihood of an unwanted encounter.
I stopped when I happened across a yew tree and quickly fashioned more arrows to fill up my quiver.
While thus engaged, a dark cloud passed in front of the sun. And in the sudden coolness my mind’s eye again saw Rumble at the time he disappeared before me.
And I knew – to my chagrin – that he must be shielded with an invisibility cloak.
Why this had escaped me until then haunted me the rest of the day.