‘What did you learn?’ Hawklan prompted gently after a moment.
Andawyr looked at him, his face slightly surprised as if expecting to find himself somewhere else.
‘I’m not sure,’ he said, then, though no one reproached him, he added. ‘It was an experience beyond ordinary words. No simple, clear-cut conversation...’
‘Speak what comes to you, Cadwanwr.’ Gulda’s voice was hauntingly gentle and patient.
‘They know of the danger,’ Andawyr said, his face rapt with concentration. ‘They too seek Ethriss, for they fear that alone they are not enough.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘I think they are... scattered,’ he said. ‘I think they are one with their creations. It’s a great strength and a great weakness. I don’t think they will ride among us in Narsindal.’
‘You know this?’ Gulda said, again with great
