Chapter Forty-FiveTwo Months Later
The journey back from Tamatan's homeland had been uneventful. They encountered very little people or beings, even Sica offered little conversation as he sailed them back to Mantz forest. From the jetty, they had maintained a steady pace, sleeping under the thick canopy every night until they emerged at the eastern fringes as the sun fell away once more. The two men had eaten frugally, sitting in the log cabin where they had met up with Father Stephen, the vicar that Jake had known most of his life. They'd pushed on, coming into Amatoll forest as the sun had begun its descent on the following evening. As the two men sat around a small fire, Jake looked at Wilf. “Do you think it will open?”
“Dunno,” the older man shrugged, puffing on his pipe. “If I were
