Lyra cheered for all the people who won awards, they were nearly all people she knew! It was very exciting, like being part of a happy family. Then they got to Helka... She gaped, exchanging grins with Rytien.
"Elf boy's getting what he deserves. I bet he'll be upset it's not 'Stud of the Downs'" she said, smiling. "Suitable song though..."
There was a lot of frantic Mod scurrying around going on by the looks of things, and various cries of "Murder"- well what do you expect of the Barrowdowns? Suddenly she scowled.
"What I want to know is if they're so short of presenters, and people keep not turning up why won't they let me?"
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“Sylphs of the forest,” I whispered. “Spirits of oak, beech and ash. Dryads of Rowan and hazel, hear us. You who have guided and guarded our every footstep, you who have sheltered our growth, we honour you."
the Forbidden Link
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