19
“That wasn’t fun at all!” Drysi whined as the ellyll floated after us.
“I don’t think Herne knows what fun is,” I commented as we hurried along the path out of Harlipren. I glanced up at the sky and my face fell. The sun had indeed made many hours’ progress across the sky since we entered Anwyn.
Drysi wrinkled its nose. “Pity. He was such a pretty tree, too.” We reached the edge of the woods and the ellyll stopped at the border between shadow and light. “Don’t forget your promise to play with me later!”
“I won’t!” I called back as we strode down the road. “And thank you!”
I fell a little behind Tristan’s long strides, but hurried to catch up. His face was tense and I noticed he gripped his ring hand into a fist. “Is something wrong?” I asked him.
“Nothing is the matter,” he assure
