Running Feet stopped and looked around. He pointed to a shadowy space within a large stand of oaks. “That do?”
For a moment, a sense of unease rippled through Tarkyn. “Can you contact the lookouts? Check that everything is all right?”
Running Feet stared at him. “I can’t hurt you, you know. I swore the oath.”
Tarkyn frowned distractedly. “What? I’m not worried about that. It would be pointless for me to ask you to check with the lookouts if I were.”
The woodman conceded the point and went briefly out of focus. “All where they should be and nothing to report.”
“How well would they pick up a threat that was already inside the perimeter?”
“The threat would have to get past them to get inside the perimeter in the first place,” Running Feet pointed out.
Tarkyn still looked uneasy. “Twice
