The words filled Farnor’s mind with such subtle meanings that he involuntarily lifted his hands to his head. ‘If you do not know what my desire is, how do you know that I’m not ready for it?’ he managed to ask after the confusion had passed.
‘Because you are dangerous,’ came the unhesitant reply.
‘So I’ve been told,’ Farnor said. ‘But I threaten no one here, nor ever have. I wanted to leave, and you brought me on this journey against my will under threat of... assault.’
Farnor suddenly felt as though he were peering down some dizzying height, as he had in Marken’s room. There was a slightly apologetic note in the voice when it spoke again. ‘You awaken memories from the times when the sires of the sires of these...’ Homes? Bodies? ‘... were but saplings themselves. Not since then has a M
