Yet, in so far as he had been able to learn anything from Thyrn’s momentary possession of him, there was nothing about a stranger — a helper. Or was there? There had been a quality about Thyrn’s consciousness which said that he knew he was different. He had learned things, though what, Vashnar’s uneasy touch could not fathom. And too, there was resolution, strength — a greater sense of self-worth in the young man which had the feeling of being newly gained. Where, or from whom, would these changes come? Not just Hyrald and the others, surely?
He fought down the memories as they threatened to overwhelm and choke him. But at least they had given a ring of truth to Aghrid’s tale. Hyrald and the others should have been cold, hungry, fearful — like any pursued prey. They had been driven from A
