It came to her that she was hopelessly lost. She had managed to find a way out of the forest, but she was now beside an unfamiliar lake. There wasn’t a house in sight and neither was there any sign of a road or track.
A lesser woman might have given up there and then but she was made of stern stuff and squared her shoulders.
‘Left hand bank’ she decided.
First, her little nose caught the scent of woodsmoke, then a hint of oatmeal. She pulled her red cloak more tightly around her and hurried towards the beckoning smells…
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