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Old 10-21-2006, 08:33 PM   #114
Folwren
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Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.Folwren is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.
Thornden had little time at all to consider Eodwine’s rebuke. He fell instinctively under the orders of Deren and as soon as being told what to do, he turned and set off, beckoning to the men appointed to follow him. They set off, behind the wall, searching for any sign or trace at all of where the man had gone.

Where would he go? As Thornden went, his mind raced to think of where he would have gone. Back to the house? Why would he? Surely he would have known that in an instant the place would be searched. He saw no other outbuildings near enough for the man to have fled to so quickly. However, ahead, the wall that he followed entered a thick, young wood. A narrow path entered into it, just under the wall. Without looking back to see if his men followed, Thornden plunged into the wood.

The wall did not continue more than twenty paces. It crumbled away into nothing and they were surrounded by the young, green leaves, and smooth, tender gray bark of the trees. The path went on and they continued to follow it, in as much silence as possible.

Thornden came to an abrupt halt. He held his hand up in silent warning and instantly, his three men became rigidly still. They listened intensely for a moment. Somewhere near, voices were quietly speaking. Thornden jerked his head to the side and they set off into the wood.

It was long, tedious, and nerve-wracking work, trying to walk in the wood with no noise. The leaves beneath their feet threatened to crackle with every step. Finally, however, they had drawn near to where the voices were. A particular thick foliage blocked their way, but they were near, very near. Thornden drew his breath slowly, glanced at each of his men and slowly drew his sword.

“Follow me,” he whispered hoarsely, and led the way, pushing and leaping through the brush and young trees.

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