Chapter Twelve
While he slept to the sound of the carpenter’s working, strange dreams swirled about in Beathan’s mind. He saw the Red Scowl as it had been that first day he went there with Mor — when there was nothing to see save the paw prints on the ground. Then as he looked into the tree’s dim embers appeared floating on the breeze and these became multiplied over and over until the forest beyond the boundary began to glow first orange and then red. At the same time a mist rose up and obscured any chance of seeing inside, but Beathan knew something was there. Movement inside, but no way of telling what.
He woke and looked about his stuffy hut and for a moment he was confused, thinking he still peered into the Red Scowl. Sitting up, he knew at once sleep had done him no good at all — i
