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He led her down the road, holding her quite tightly. It took a few minutes for her to realize that there was no hope of getting him to follow her, and it was high time to abandon ship and run back, if she could. But she couldn't! Trying to wrench herself from his arms was so useless she wasn't sure if he even noticed the attempt. At a certain point she went boneless, hoping he'd let her go out of surprise, but instead he seamlessly swept her up into his arms and carried on, his pace now much faster. Her heart was pounding as her alarm approached panic. Where was he taking her? Where would she be when she eventually reverted? And most importantly, would she be able to return—or would she end up another of Ginnie's casualties, a helper who went off on a task from which she never returned? As he walked, Sir Will smiled down at her reassuringly and said, "Please don't fret, madam, I am taking you to the village of Hillton, very nearby. Do you know it?" She did not, but wasn't sure it was wise to indicate that. In her wide-eyed silence, Sir Will continued, "Well, I will ask around and see if we can find where you came from. Do not worry, I shall make certain you are taken care of." Lila felt faint, and did not struggle again for the remainder of the walk. Their surroundings turned from trees to farmland over the course of about an hour, and at last Lila became aware of the dull hustle and bustle of a small town around them. Sir Will at last set her down on her feet, though he continued to hold her tightly—a good thing, for she was swaying like a rickety hut in a thunderstorm. "Can you walk?" he asked, and she nodded automatically. At last he released her, but unfortunately she had been a bit too optimistic, for she very nearly fell flat on her face, and would have if he had not caught her again. He gave her support as he began walking from villager to villager, asking them if they knew her. He did not ask her, presumably assuming her muteness was due to a lack of understanding rather than a lack of voice. They all, of course, said they'd never seen her before. He told them all the same story: that he'd encountered her "looking rather lost" along the road into the woods up north. One person he talked with, a man with a bald head and a thick black moustache, standing with a few of his friends, said with surprise, "Up north? Those parts can get rather dangerous. Talk of folks disappearing. Why, this woman...
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