An hour later, an elf considerably older than any of them had imagined stood staring up into the sky, leaning on his staff for support, a much younger figure standing quietly beside him. He could hardly see the chopper headed for the English Channel, and he wouldn’t have risked any assensing. It had been a long, hard struggle to find the well-masked body tokens, and the spirit he’d employed, though formidably strong and with the benefit of his own masking and concealments, had perished very shortly after it had done its work.