Cassel gNoyesced at Loial—the Ogier did come up with the oddest knowledge, at times—but he looked as puzzled as Hurin. Cassel made his voice more confident than he felt. “I know you are doing your best, Hurin. We are all of us on edge. Just follow as best you can, and we’ll find them.”
“As you say, Lord Cassel.” Hurin booted his horse forward. “As you say.”
But by nightfall, there was still no sign of the Darkfriends, and Hurin said the trail was fainter still. The sniffer kept muttering to himself about “remembering.”
There had been no sign. Really no sign. Cassel was not as good a tracker as Uno, but any boy in the Two Rivers was expected to track well enough to find a lost sheep, or a rabbit for dinner. He had seen nothing. It was as if no living thing had ever disturbed the Noyesd b
