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She shot him a look that was full of warning. She would not be as open in front of the Bhikhu. “Judging by the stars, the night is still young. Whose turn for the watch?”
He was disappointed she would not reveal more of herself that night. He resented Tyrus for keeping them both ignorant of each other, but his other feelings about his uncle were starting to change. How to describe them? Where he was accustomed to feeling hardness and bitterness when thinking about Tyrus, his feelings concerning Hettie were soft and mercurial. He wanted to protect her, to be certain that no man ever owned her again. The anger toward Tyrus began to shift, like a barrel jogged in a wagon, toward the Romani who had stolen her as a babe. He wondered why they had stolen her and not him.
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Annon returned to his blanket and rolled over the other way, staring into the quiet woods, listening to the hum and chatter of spirits gradually calming from the near disaster. He felt the presence of the Wolviren around them, blanketing their camp with their magic. If only Paedrin realized that his errant thoughts could be heard by the spirits in the woods. You could never deceive a spirit because they could hear the whispers from your mind as easily as someone eavesdropping on a conversation. Annon was able to hear them in return because of the token he wore around his neck, and he was looking forward to meeting new varieties of spirits in his travels. Maybe Reeder was right. It was time for him to move on from forests of Wayland.
Closing his eyes, he drifted into sleep, thinking of his mentor and wondering at the trouble that was taking his friend to Silvandom.
Following the edge of the woods along the mountains, they finally reached a man-made road gouged into the forest that led to Havenrook. Before the road even came into view, Annon could tell they were approaching it. First, there were plenty of carrion birds. Second, fewer and fewer whispers from the spirits, which tended to avoid places where nature had been savaged deliberately.
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The mountains of Alkire were impressive, thick with cedar and pine at the lower reaches and then snow-capped and silvered above the fringe of the woods. It would take several days to hike to the foothills of those mountains and probably weeks to cross them. They formed a boundary to the valley, and the continual snowpack created the rivers that fed the lake where Kenatos lay to the northwest. The mountains were stark and unyielding, wreathed in patches of man-made fog caused by forge-fires of the Cruithne. Ore was mined from the mountains and brought down to Kenatos by wagon and riverboat. It was rumored that the Cruithne’s soot-colored skin was a result of generations of ore mining.
“There is the road,” Hettie said, surprising everyone because she had rarely spoken during the journey. “We should reach Havenrook by nightfall if we hurry.”
“Have we not been hurrying enough for you?” Paedrin quipped, giving her an impatient look.
She did not rise to the bait, and Annon saw a frown of disappointment flash on Paedrin’s face.
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