Chapter 11Though the hand over his mouth was purposeful and completely effective in preventing him from making any sound, there was no threatening strength in it and Thyrn sensed rather than saw, in the dim light, a finger being applied to lips, warning him to be quiet.
‘Don’t be afraid — it’s me, Endryk,’ came a whisper.
Thyrn’s wide eyes picked out only a faint silhouette, but Endryk’s accent was unmistakable.
‘Gently now. Don’t wake the others. Come with me,’ he said. ‘I want to show you something.’ The hand slipped from Thyrn’s mouth and patted his shoulder conspiratorially. The silhouette slipped through the open flap of the tent, beckoning.
As he emerged, Thyrn took a deep breath. The air was cool and moist and had a quality about it quite different to anything he had ever known
