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I didn't need that sly, sneaky old fox to bail me out of this predicament!  He probably had a part in causing it anyway!  I would solve this on my own because I was a scion of Irenaeus and I was destined to rule someday!

I tried to wake Burnside so I could ask her who her accomplice was, but she was sleeping off the effects of a super-potent Orgasmic Touch.  Nothing I did would rouse her from her blissful slumber.  I would have to wait for answers to those questions.

"IXIES!" I yelled, and a few of them buzzed into the stone circle.

"Hast thou finished thy venery with yon raccoon femme, Sire?" one of them asked cheekily while giving a salute.

"You were watching the whole thing, weren't you?" I groaned.

"Twas quite entertaining," the Ixie giggled.  "Now I understand what our great-grand dam saw in thee.  Plus I actually managed to win a few aphids from Typantronn."

"You know my feelings about betting," I scolded.  "I need some of you to contact my hairdresser cultists and make sure they're okay.  Some others, go spy on the rabbits in Bunkirk and find out what they did to prevent me from scrying beyond the forest."

"Oh, canst thou not scry beyond the forest now?"

"No.  Whatever they did, it must have been recent ... after I spoke with Ash Marten, in fact."

"We shall see what we shall see," she replied, and flitted away.

Now, while I waited for the Ixies to bring me information, it would certainly be useful to peruse the scrying tower library for information on ways to block scrying.  I knew about the enchanted poppets that the Boy Dukes tried to bury, and of course everyone knew you couldn't scry over spilled milk ... but the trees had already ruled out both of those possibilities.  What else was there?

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