Chapters (38)
- PART ONE: THE PATH FROM OBERNEWTYN
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- PART TWO: THE HIGH ROAD
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- PART THREE: THE PERILOUS DREAMTRAILS
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- EPILOGUE
- Characters of the Obernewtyn Chronicles
- Question and Answer with ISOBELLE CARMODY
- Acknowledgements
Analivia was the first to nod decisively and begin packing up the cooking utensils. As the others began to make their preparations, I went to the packs piled under the trees and dug out of mine clean underwear, socks and a comb. I noticed that the other packs were saddlebags, made to be slung across a horse’s back and to hang down either side. They were a deal bigger than my pack, and bulging with provisions.
I checked on the stone sword, deciding I would show it to the others when I had told enough of my tale to make sense of it.
I slipped away to put on my clean underclothes and shirt and then returned to the fire to comb out the matted ropes of my hair. Swallow was stirring a pot with a ferocious look while Ahmedri was filling a net with firenuts. By the mound before him, he had spent the time while I slept gathering them. Suddenly I thought of Gavyn and Rasial, but when I asked about them, Swallow said Ahmedri had seen the boy splashing about in the stream some time before the wolves had appeared.
Analivia added, ‘He wanders constantly, yet Rasial always seems to return with him if we have need of him.’
I felt less sanguine about the absence of the boy and the dog, for even though Rheagor had said the wolves would not harm them, what would they do if Rasial decided to attack them for the sake of the boy or out of sheer wildness? After all, I thought, she told me that she wanted to die. I tried to find the white dog, but my farseeking probe would not locate. That meant they had left the valley or, more likely, they slept.
I found Darga and bade him look for them, and he padded off without complaint. Maruman looked across the flames at me.
‘You were brave,’ I sent. ‘How did you resist the wolf musk?’
‘Stupid wolves did not notice clever, quiet Marumanyelloweyes creeping in a tree when they came and when they released their scent,’ the old cat boasted.
‘So they can decide who the wolf musk will affect?’
‘Of course,’ Maruman sent scornfully. ‘Else how would they travel with us if we cannot move when they are near?’