Eorling Mead Hall

[Folwren]

“Thank you,” Thornden said when he heard Garmund’s slow, reluctant promise to obey. “Go back through these vines here. I think you’ll be safer if you are more hidden.” He turned once he had spoken and ran to the wall. He paused one moment, glanced back towards Garmund, and then went beyond it.

A faint path could scarecly be seen, leading the way between thick woods and thicker underbrush. Visibility on either side was next to nothing. Thornden pursed his lips. He didn’t think anyone would envy his position just now. “I certainly don’t envy me,” he said with some irony in his voice. All the same, he had to go one.

And he did, at a swift walk. Turning the first bend, he saw Falco up ahead, looking down the path at him. Thornden hurried forward, frowning like a thundercloud. “Are you satisfied, Falco?” he asked as he drew near. “Let’s go back and quit looking before one of us gets hurt! I don't like leaving Garmund alone, either."