Chapter 12The thoughts he had had when he first sighted the camp tumbled into Farnor’s mind. What if Marna and her companions had been waylaid by a group such as Nilsson’s? Was he walking into the aftermath of a new horror, into a new danger?
‘An ill way to approach a camp, my friend.’ The figure’s voice cut across his sudden alarm. It was a man’s, soft and calm, but with a quality in it that, while not directly menacing, nevertheless made Farnor feel cold and defenceless.
Even so, he had to make a deliberate effort to stop his hand flicking towards the knife in his belt. It was not a gesture he would even have contemplated making a few weeks ago, but then he had not been the person he was now. He made the movement into an adjustment of his robe and took a slow, unobtrusive pace backward
