‘Nothing’s changed there. We’ll help you to travel whichever way you choose insofar as we’re able,’ Marken replied without hesitation.
‘But?’ Farnor prompted, catching at the doubt in his voice.
‘But if they’re opposing you, I don’t know what value we’d be to you,’ Marken said flatly.
Rage rose up in Farnor again, bringing with it images of his slaughtered parents and the triumphant faces of Rannick and Nilsson. He felt like a caged animal.
He would not be restrained thus!
Yet, what could he do?
Then, like a crafty wheedling child, an unexpected and dark thought came to him. A small, baleful light to illuminate his position. He could, after all, choose, as Marken had said. The trees — the Forest — understood this power of his that so disturbed them while he could neither understand n
