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“Oh,” Thornden said. “Oh, I see. Well, master hobbit, I think it is a very wise decision. I never liked your way of running off on your mad-cap adventures without thinking first.”
“Well, I have thought first," Falco said rather haughtily. "And this is not a mad-cap adventure.”
“No, but it would have been if you had left on a second’s notice and with no one to go with you,” Thornden replied, smiling. “But tell me, Falco. . .” he sat himself down on the grass at the hobbit’s feet. “Why are you going? Really? I can not believe that simply ‘hearing the call of the road’ would lead you to leave all of us on such short notice as you originally intended. I mean, I can well imagine that you might be ready to go home, but I can not think of any real reason that you would want to be off at once, as you were telling us this morning at breakfast.”
He did not add that he also had not believed him that morning...that is why he had spent all of his time without worry in the armoury, polishing swords without giving second thoughts to Falco or saying farewell. But this he kept to himself, and only looked with a fond smile the hobbit while he waited to be answered.
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