‘I’ve no answers, Isgyrn,’ Ibryen replied. ‘I think we must await events.’
Even as he spoke however, Ibryen felt a pattern in the shifting shapes and sounds about him. A feeling of hopefulness rose inside him, like the sun over the mountain tops. He took Isgyrn and moved into it.
And they were whole again.
Though they were not cramped in a noisy tent on top of a rain-swept ridge. They were standing on a small grassy hummock in a forest. Sunlight danced through the swaying tree-tops, sending dappling shadows everywhere; birdsong filled the air, counterpointing the rustling of the trees, and forest scents pervaded everything.
The two men stood for some time carefully testing hands and arms, then gazing at one another, before finally examining their new surroundings. Isgyrn’s eyes were wi
