didnât know why. Perhaps it was because the man reminded him of his father, whom he missed.
âNot your father, Ray,â the man said. âPay attention now. You were to arrive moons ago.â
âOh,â Tall said with a sigh. The word slipped out before he could stop himself. The man thought he was Ray. He collected himself. âThis is Wavâerhân, Third Village?â
âIt is,â the man said. âBut youâre not Ray, are you? So who are you?â
âIâd have thought youâd have known who I was.â
The man leaned across the table, wagging an accusing finger. âIâd be careful. Might be youâre in something and might beââ The man stopped mid-sentence, pushed himself back from the table as if stung.
âIâm Tall, son of Dent the woodcrafter. Third Village, Nahterhân,â Tall said quickly, afraid of what would happen next.
âHavenât been in Nahterhân in an age.â The man shifted around the table, twisted Tall around as if trying to get a closer look. His mouth fell open as he looked down.
âTheyâre gone again, arenât they?â Tall said. He didnât need to look down, he knew. His feet were gone, disappeared into the other place. He put his hands in his face and moaned just as TagâErh jumped up and pinned him to the table with his front paws. The man now knew the things the smoot seemed to not want anyone else to know. Tall would have cried, but the man started rifling through his pack, and this irritated him. âTake whatever you want. Not like Iâve a use for it if youâre going to kill me now.â
âHa!â the man said. He turned Tallâs pack upside down and dumped its contents onto the floor. Tall squirmed in his seat. TagâErh held him firmer. The man asked, âWhere is it?â
Tall struggled to turn his head so he could look at the man. âWhereâs what?â
Angry, the man kicked the pack goods across the floor. âYouâve all the signs of the addiction. Where is it?â
âSigns? Addiction?â
The man turned on Tall. His eyes were wild, full of longing. âThe seeds, the seeds. I smell them on you, but I donât see them.â
Tall did his best to look confused. âI need help.â
âCanât fool me. I know. Theyâre here. Somewhere.â
âI need help,â Tall repeated.
The man suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing. He collected himself. At the snap of his fingers, TagâErh backed down. âForgive me. Should be able to, but canât always. Sometimes still it takes me. Like it will take you.â
Relief was so sweet a nervous laugh escaped Tallâs lips. He was about to speak a thank you. There was a flash in the manâs eyes. Then the man almost begged, âCheck your pockets. Not a one. Sure?â
Tall tried to flee. TagâErh moved to stop him, but he was already stopping himself. He had run from the smoot because he was afraid. He was afraid now but not in the same way or for the same reasons. âHelp me.â It was a final plea. âI was told to seek this village, and you expected me. Are we allies or foes?â
âWant me for an ally? Suppose youâll be telling me that youâll free me once youâve the knowhow. Ha!â The man snorted. âNeed to learn to pick and choose better. For all you know Iâm in league with the wizard and itâs he whoâs tethered me here.â
Tall swallowed hard. âAre you in league with the wizard?â
Thwack! The man slammed his open hand into the table. âWouldnât need to say it, if I was. Would I?â
Tall blinked at the man, trying to decide.
The man answered for him. âI wouldnât. Youâd be dead instead. Did your smoot teach you nothing?â
Tall tried to speak.
âNot meant for answering,â the man said. âYour problem is