IAs they rode on, Belyn looked back. “So much for our cover. How did he know you Kel?”
Keldron raked a hand through his hair, brushing it back from his eyes. “I have no idea. But I am sure intrigued as to what awaits us in the forest.”
The silence was almost oppressive as they rode up the forest track. The novelty of the silence had soon worn off, and the rare call of a tree driller or any of the other forest birds became eagerly awaited by all three. It was not that the forest was menacing in any way, but the sheer enormity of it dwarfed all perceptions the three had had of what they would expect. The trunks of the trees varied enormously. Here and there amongst the tall broad trunks would appear a gnarled old oak, surviving as if by magic. The largest of the trees spoke of a steadfast
