‘Your excellent flying squad can easily miss something like that. Magical trees are touchy, Kastar. They can curse. Has anyone
upset it?’
‘Probably, Ma’am. I took an axe to it.’
‘Magical trees are not easily removed. Look!’
Blocking the central window into the Fairy Queen’s meeting hall was an oak with an annoyed look on its bark.
‘Kastar, magical trees can uproot themselves to pursue enemies. Apologise. Say if it leaves us alone, we’ll leave it alone.’
‘I apologise to a tree?’
The window smashed.
‘The sooner the better. I like my hall!’