Although I was unaware of it at the time, the Fey were herding us into a Faerie Ring. I cannot say what would have happened if they'd managed to get us all into that strange ring but, fortunately the keen eyes and sharp tactical sense of my fellow agent, Jones, saw the trap and avoided it.

Her plan to trap us foiled the Fey Princess Prudence was prepared to strike a bargain with us. She needed the treasures to open a Trod back to her home in the land of the Fey and, when she did so the path would also be open to us. We discussed the offer and decided that we had no choice, we would have to trust her if we were to have any hope of recovering Mr J. and Langton.

As her Faerie companions melted into the darkness Prudence accompanied us back to our cars for the journey to the gateway of another world. Under the artificial glow of the streetlights we had time to examine her more closely, finding her slim and agile with a dusky middle–eastern beauty, much as she must have appeared to Robert De Langton all those long centuries ago. She seemed at home in this modern world but still possessed an indefinable something, an air of elsewhere, of distant times and places remembered now only in story and song. Despite the threats we knew she had made to Langton and the fact that she was certainly involved in the disappearance of Mr J. it was difficult to think ill of Prudence.

Equipped with the treasures and accompanied by the Fey princess we were ready to broach the Faerie Trod while we still had time, before the Witch's Moon of that Midsummer Night had slipped from the sky.

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