"Even if he doesn't tell you where he's supposed to be - nothing about it?" Bella asks quizzically.

"The forest knows."

"I am going to find it anyway," Sherlock says quietly.

"If it is not a secret from the trees," says Sherlock, "it is not a secret from me."

"The trees?" says Calemar with deep suspicion, looking at the tree that he has been sitting under.

"The forest," she says. "Trees and air and light and water and moss and dirt and rock. All together, they know things, and they have no secrets from me."

"But - but it's a secret," burbles Calemar. "Daddy said it's not safe."

"It is much less safe for you to be out here on your own," Sherlock points out reasonably.

"I have to find home by myself so it can be secret," Calemar says.

"You cannot find home by yourself," she says, "and it is not secret."

"Daddy will be mad."

She shrugs.

"He'll think I told!"

"You did not tell," says Sherlock. "The forest did."

"He won't believe me if I say the forest told you where we live."

"Will he believe me?"

"I believe that I can convince him," says Sherlock.

Sherlock sighs.