Chapter Thirty-NineZantry stayed the night. He slept in the spare bedroom where Vicky slept when she stayed over. It was comforting, to know I wasn't alone. To know I could count on someone to stand with me, to fight for me without expecting anything in return.
In the morning, he took me to the Low Lands. I had nothing of Mwara to give him a general sense of the child, so we searched for the energy of a Dhiultadh. He searched, I tagged along. I had no idea how this energy-tracing thing worked. I did feel out the place the way Zantry told me to, but for me, the place was as dead and sense-less as it had always been.
To Zantry, however, it was a bouquet of scents and imprints. Yet, although there was plenty for him to find, most he recognized as the lingering presence of people who'd come
