CHAPTER 7
George looked around him again one last time at Daear Llosg. Idris and Thomas were behind him with a band of about twenty, well-armed and prepared for a stay of a few days if something should go wrong. Seems like overkill, but I guess there’s just no way of being sure, he thought.
At his right hand stood Gwyn, both of them dismounted, their horses held by one of the guards staying behind with Gwyn.
Before them was the end of the Archer’s Way that he’d sealed almost two months ago. He’d marked the location of the entrance by shuffling through the snow, to keep the riders away from something they couldn’t see.
“You remember asking me if I could unseal it again at the time?” he said to Gwyn.
Gwyn nodded.
“Can you see what I do, a woven web holding it together?”
“Yes, I see it
