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So exhausted were the home guard that they actually went back to sleep once they knew Tarkyn’s plan. But by first light, uneasiness at the thought of Tarkyn working unsupported by them drove many from their beds.
They hunched around a freshly lit fire, waiting morosely for it to gather warmth, shivering in the chill of the early morning.
“I would like to see Tarkyn working with the forest,” said Navira, pulling her cloak closer around her shoulders. “I wish he had waited.”
Waterstone took a filled kettle from Autumn Leaves and positioned it on the fire. “Yes. I think all of us do, but I can see his point. The sooner he starts the more he can do before the trees are completely dead.” He shook his head, “And I don’t think there will be much left to save, even now.”
“Perhaps we can re
