‘Sound judgement there, anyway,’ Andawyr said approvingly. ‘That,’ — he imitated the young Cadwanwr’s gesture — ‘is Dar Hastuin.’
Atelon’s eyes widened in fear and, unconsciously, he cowered a little as if to avoid the attention of the sinister presence far above him.
‘Viladrien are nearby,’ Andawyr went on. ‘And from what Hawklan’s told me I suspect some battle’s afoot up there which may be as vital to us as anything that’s happening down here.’
‘Viladrien?’ Atelon said in amazement. ‘And fighting?’
Andawyr nodded, but did not amplify his remarks.
‘What can we do?’ Atelon said after a moment, rather from want of something to say than anxiety for an answer.
‘Nothing,’ Andawyr replied, shaking his head. ‘Except hope, and be aware.’
He stopped at a tent and unsealed the entrance. Dar-
