10. The Tricking of the TreesAndor trailed after Mharcus through the trees. His feet felt heavy, even though their pace had been easy. The Cat seemed to be taking him a roundabout way through the forest, weaving one direction, then another, sometimes stopping and curling up on the branch of a tree to lick his paws. It was impossible to say how far they had come.
That night Mharcus sat in a tree and watched over Andor as he curled up in the heather. At first Andor could not sleep. He lay watching the Cat-Sidhe, Mharcus’ eyes glinting in the dark, his tail dangling down, twitching every so often. Mharcus had said he owed Andor a favour and would lead him to the Ahote, but was it safe to trust him? The rambling path they were taking did not strike Andor as the most direct route. Yet what alt
