After what seemed an eternity they came to a road. Theirn stopped, looked both ways, and then pronounced he knew the road and where they were.
“If we walk north we should come to the crossroad and from there it is not too much farther to the Keep.”
He was correct. By dusk they stood in the glen. Castien looked at the mound that hid the entrance to the Keep and had no idea how to open the door that would let them inside. He was about to give up and have Theirn call for help when he heard a chuckle from behind them.
“I knew I forgot something,” Daeron said as he stepped into view, a bow slung over his back. “And Castien, you look like hell. What happened?”
“I’ll tell you when you tell me the trick to getting into the Keep,” Castien let him know.
“Just touch here.” Daeron pointed to a sm
