But he tried to give this no more credence than the other, more sinister and ill-formed notions that were plaguing him.
He had scarcely finished installing Farnor into his own bed when the cottage door opened and Yakob strode in with Marna, red-faced and out of breath, at his heels.
The two men looked at one another for a moment. Yakob seemed tired and worried, but he did not look like someone who had hastily dressed.
‘Couldn’t sleep, either, eh?’ Gryss said.
Yakob nodded. ‘Too many dark thoughts,’ he replied. ‘What’s happened now?’
‘You’ve brought the horses?’ Gryss asked. Yakob made no attempt to press his question.
‘We’ll talk on the way, then,’ Gryss concluded. He drew the sheets up tight against Farnor’s chin, and dimmed the lantern by the bed.
‘Marna, you keep an eye on him,’
