Marken nodded. ‘Fire,’ he said. ‘And something worse. What’s happening, Farnor?’
Derwyn emerged out of the circle forming around them.
‘I must speak to you right away,’ Farnor said, but as he stepped forward he staggered. It seemed to him that his feet were rooted deep into the earth, and their sudden moving caused him to cry out in pain. But only the trees heard the cry. Farnor’s fellow Movers, knowing him to be a faller, merely caught him. He shook them off roughly. ‘I’m all right. It’s just cramp,’ he lied.
‘Come into my tent,’ Derwyn said, taking his arm firmly.
With an effort, Farnor cleared himself of the residue of his strange transformation and forced his feet forward carefully. He was grateful for Derwyn’s supporting hand however, for the first few paces.
He offered no explan
