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With one accord they turned and looked up the mountain. Just as the boy had announced, a single light was moving up, like some firefly on a wall.
For the moment it was in a cleared space and they could follow it. In another moment it had passed from sight and only a fleeting glimpse was to be seen as it flashed from between a tree screen.