Chapter 5Over the next few weeks, Hawklan felt the whole Castle resounding to the arrival of Andawyr and the others. And indeed, it seemed to him that every step he took through its countless corridors and hallways rang out like a small peal of welcome. He remarked on it to Loman. The smith smiled.
‘It’s been like that ever since you left and we started studying and training in earnest,’ he said. ‘New people coming and going all the time debating, thinking, planning. The Castle seems to thrive on it in some way. As if it were waking after a long sleep. You can feel it all around like the opening of thousands of flowers.’
Hawklan gave his castellan a look of great gravity at this poetic image, but Loman ignored the gentle taunt and ploughed on.
‘I find new things every day, in the carvin
