Clay barely realized they’d stopped again. His legs trembled so badly he could barely place one foot ahead of the other. But for Aron’s supporting arm, he knew he’d fall. He wasn’t quite sure where they were or why they had suddenly stopped. There should be more people—and Elves—people and Elves both. They were supposed to…He couldn’t really remember what they were supposed to be doing. Something important, though. Had it worked out or all gone wrong?
Only one thing seemed sure and real. He was with Aron and that meant he was safe. Later or tomorrow he’d deal with the other situation.
“We’re going to rest here.” Aron’s tone sounded soothing, sure and comforting. Aron’s steady support helped him kneel and then sit on the ground. Then the Elf took a rolled or folded piece of fabric and sho
