Five feeble and almost silent hours had past and three times had the same tree stood in front of the boys on their horses. Merlin, who had remained silent until the third sighting, out of awareness of the prince’s temper, could not hold back his comment now.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?”
The prince answered with a scowl, jerking his horse to a stop, and
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