Chapter 7Antyr could not suppress a twinge of regret as he followed the two wolves along the softly lit corridor. It had been a long time since he had lain in a proper bed and though he had reached a stage where sleeping in a tent or in the open air was not without its own satisfaction, even importance, to him in its spartan demands and simplicity, the softness of the bed had been more than alluring.
The corridor was thickly carpeted and their progress was very quiet. There was no hint of sound reaching them to indicate that the rest of the Cadwanen was anything other than completely at rest.
‘Come on, hurry up,’ Tarrian urged.
‘I am hurrying,’ Antyr yawned. ‘And the pair of you can just control your impatience.’
‘Don’t know what you mean.’
‘Yes, you do.’
‘We’re here.’
Tarrian nosed
