Rumbletwist changed direction today. He actually looped back to that human track and appeared to be following the troop from yesterday.
I kept on after him.
And that is how I witnessed a remarkable scene.
A man, a straggler from the caravan, had stopped beside the road and was poking among some rocks. He was getting ever nearer to a lumpish mound of earth at the base of a huge pine tree.
I supposed something glittery caught his notice. Not a good idea where pixies are concerned. They swarmed him and drove him into the woods. And another band made off with his horse.
I should have been paying more attention to my own position and could not get a shot off.