The sound of her husband’s voice was music to Ailsa’s ears and she immediately felt as though everything was perfectly fine, or would be in a very short space of time. Locating him was still proving troublesome though, so she pulled out her wand and created a few balls of light to help her eyesight (which, she insisted, was not failing but simply testing her from time to time) and tried to recall where the sound had come from.

“Ewart, are you close-by?” She nudged the side of a bush with her shoe but only a squirrel ran out and across the path. Ailsa might have ignored it completely except one of her little balls of light trailed after the creature and she saw in it’s glow, quite briefly as both squirrel and ball of light took a detour to the right, her husband’s illuminated face.

“Oh my darling,” she said in as close a tone of panic as Ailsa ever achieved, hurrying towards where he hang out of the tree and upside down. She pressed a hand to his forehead, as though checking his temperature was of paramount importance at the moment, and came away with a bloody hand. “Were you attacked by a wild animal? Or another racer?” She asked, quite indignant about the latter option and cradling his head in her arms carefully.

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