“An’ be ye warned, lad,” Guss croaked. “She’ll appear before ye in comely form, a woman o’ th’ wood as it were. An’ she’ll drip promises out o’ her lips, lad, like syrup. Spout a lot o’ nonsense about th’ power she has o’er the wood, a lot o’ nonsense about bein’ a goddess. But dun ye believe it.”

“Let’s say I did believe it,” said Jin, uncertainly. “Believed what she said, was captivated by her beauty, and gave her a knackstone. What then?”

Guss looked Jin dead in the eye. “Then you’d best hope we’re jus’ talkin’ maybes,” he growled.

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