As Marna had done, Gryss frowned. ‘Where are they going?’ he asked.
Marna shrugged. ‘I haven’t the faintest idea,’ she said. ‘But I think they’ve taken all the wagons, most of their horses and nearly all the men.’
‘And Rannick, has he gone as well?’ Gryss asked.
As if in answer to that question, a light flared livid in the upper window of the tower. ‘No,’ Marna answered coldly.
Slowly the column disappeared from view around the shoulder of the hill. Gryss shook his head. ‘They must have learned about your friends,’ he said. ‘They’re going hunting for them.’
Marna clenched her fists. ‘No, no,’ she said despairingly. ‘No one knew. No one knew. It can’t be.’
Gryss did not reply. Marna turned on him. ‘You didn’t tell anyone else, did you?’ she demanded.
Gryss shook his head. ‘Only Jeorg
