Chapter 22‘Douse that fire, quickly!’ Rachyl hissed, drawing her sword as she jumped to her feet. She placed herself in front of Ibryen, one hand extending the sword horizontally, the other held down by her side in a peculiarly protective attitude by the Traveller’s head.
‘No, leave it,’ the Traveller said urgently, before Ibryen could respond. He reached across the fire, seized the lantern and turned it up.
‘What are you doing?’ Rachyl mouthed furiously, snatching at the lantern with her free hand. ‘We’ll be seen!’
‘Precisely,’ the Traveller said, taking hold of Rachyl’s wrist and lifting the lantern high.
‘What?’ She yanked her hand free and for a moment seemed set to knock the little man to the ground. Ibryen came between them, his own sword drawn.
‘Who is it?’ he demanded of the T
