Anyway, what could Gryss do?
Precious little, he decided, though with the thought came guilt. Gryss had done everything that he could do: he had listened, and he had cared. And he thought about things.
Farnor’s mood swung from confident determination back towards uncertainty and fear again. While Gryss was there, he knew that he would not be totally alone. Gryss was important to him. The great sweep of the ages offered its continuity, but Gryss offered him more human and immediate sustenance. And he needed the one as much as he needed the other if he was to cope with the darkness that seemed to be clouding the edges of his every thought.
He would go and see him today, but only after he had attended to his tasks here; attended to them correctly and thoroughly.
He took another look at th
