Chapter 5The door was pushed open roughly before Bildar could reach it. Silhouetted against the sunlit green background was a tall, hulking figure.
With a loud cry, Farnor leapt to his feet, knocking his chair over with a noisy clatter. ‘Nilsson!’ he shouted, half fearful, half challenging. His face was white and his eyes wide and staring, but in his right hand, glittering in the leaf-filtered sunlight, was the long-bladed knife that had killed his mother.
Edrien screamed and backed away hastily.
The figure in the doorway faltered, and immediately Bildar stepped forward to stand in front of him. Hesitantly, Edrien moved across to join him, though her eyes were fixed on Farnor, who was crouching, watching the intruder tensely, with the knife held unsteadily, but dangerously in front of h
