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and charming…at least when viewed from the distance.
    We gave them a wide berth as we followed what the hiking map showed as a right-of-way through a huge open pasture and up a hill to where a sparse crowning of trees waved gently in the June breeze.
    â€œThis is so awesome. It’s absolutely idyllic! And the emanations—my god, they’re everywhere. We have to be close, Portia,” Sarah said emphatically, looking around us with happiness. “I feel a very strong sense of place here.”
    â€œYeah, me, too,” I answered, stopping by a fallen tree to scrape sheep poop off my shoe.
    â€œI knew you’d feel it, too. I can’t wait to try the mage’s spells—they simply can’t fail. Interesting arrangement of the trees, don’t you think? They appear to make a circle around something. Shall we investigate?”
    â€œLead on, MacDuff.” I followed obediently as Sarah, glowing with excitement, broached a sparse ring of trees. In the center, a space of about eighteen feet was open to the sky, covered in lush, emerald grass.
    â€œThere it is!” Sarah grabbed my arm and pointed. Her voice dropped to an awe-filled whisper. “The famed West County faery ring! It’s perfect! Just what I imagined it would be! It’s like a holy place, don’t you think?”
    I left her hugging herself with delight, marching over to squat next to the bare earth that marked the boundaries of the faery ring. The ring was about four feet wide, a perfect circle of bare earth surrounded by lush grass growing on the inside and outside of it. There was nothing to indicate the cause, no mushrooms visible, but I knew they weren’t always seen. I touched the sun-warmed dirt, and mused, “I wonder if there’s a lab around here where I could send a soil sample so we can find out just which fungus caused this ring?”
    â€œInfidel,” she said without heat, slapping her coat pockets, pulling out the spell pages, and turning around in the way women who have forgotten their purses have. “Do you have the camera?”
    I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You took it away from me at Denhelm, if you recall.”
    â€œOh, that’s right—you insisted on taking pictures of the farmer’s son rather than the bog man mummy. I must have left the camera in my bag.”
    â€œYou have to admit, the son was much better looking than that moth-eaten old bog man.”
    She straightened up to her full five-foot nothing. “That bog mummy is said to have been used in a druid sacrifice, and thus could well contain the spirit…oh, never mind. I can see by the mulish expression on your face that you are closing yourself up to any and all things unexplainable. Let me have the car keys so I can run back to town and get the camera.”
    â€œI’ll do it—”
    A little sparkle lit her eyes. “No, you stay and meditate in the faery ring. Maybe if you open yourself up to the magic contained within, you’ll see how blind you’ve been all these years. Here, you can read the spells over while I’m gone, but don’t try them out until I get back. I want to see everything the ring has to offer!”
    I took the pages she handed me, plopping down to sit with crossed legs in the middle of the circle. “All right, if you’re sure you’re OK with driving on the wrong side of everything.” I plucked a piece of grass and chewed the end of it as I shucked off my light jacket. “I’ll soak up a bit of sun while you’re gone.”
    â€œPortia!” Sarah’s eyes grew huge. “You can’t do that!”
    â€œDo what, sunbathe? I’m not going to take off my clothes, just roll up my sleeves,” I said, suiting action to word.
    â€œYou can’t eat anything that grows in the faery ring. It’s…it’s sacrilegious! In fact, I don’t think you should be in the ring at all. I’m sure