Felltree Marsh the hanged man

Chanterelle looked above the girl's head to see the place she was gesturing to. "It looks grand," she said, her voice gone soft in something like awe. She'd never lived anywhere that overlooked anything. "How far can you see up there? The whole world?" She blinked and seemed to hear the rest of the girl's words. "Your mother is the leader? Weeellll..." She smiled and winked and left it at that, as if she and Masque were sharing a secret.

'If you don’t live here, where do you live?'

"I come from a swamp far, far away," she said, dropping her voice low, "a dark and spooky places full of witches and ghosts and fairies and all sorts of things. My name is Chanterelle--like the mushroom!"