Was it Eoghan’s imagination, or was Oldwin suppressing a grin?
“You have again given me life. I would repay that, in sharing what I know.”
“Then tell me how a nondescript man in a clearing in the woods is of any use at all to us!”
“Your Grace, it is the beginning. It is confirmation of what we suspected, and we can find power in that. For we know of him, but he does not know of us. This kingdom is only so big, and even a forest can reveal much. For, there is nowhere in the Northerlands where the ground is not inundated with snow right now, so it cannot be there. The Southern Reach is a realm of sand. That eliminates half the kingdom.”
“We are still looking through the eye of a needle, Oldwin.”
“For now.”
“And how can you be sure he doesn’t know of us? Of who he is?”
“If he knew he w
