Chapter 10‘Mover,’ the voice said. Though it filled Farnor’s mind totally, it was soft and very tentative. Yet too, it was hung about with many meanings, subtle and indefinable. Briefly, Farnor felt that he was watching himself, a child again, with Marna and his other friends, carefully dipping toes into the chilly lake where they would sometimes play; tensed and ready to snatch away should the trial be too fearful.
The long forgotten memory vanished.
‘Mover.’ Again the hesitancy.
‘What do you want?’ Farnor spoke the words out loud.
Marken, sitting opposite, started. Farnor raised a hand for silence before he could speak.
‘What do you want?’ he asked again. Marken drew a finger across his closed mouth and tapped his forehead then sagged theatrically in his chair.
Farnor looked at him
