Chapter Three
A number of days wandered lazily by in Aylfenhame, and Aubranael wandered with them: through the streets of Grenlowe, over its surrounding meadows, and far beyond. His only companion was the cat, Felebre.
‘I think something is wrong with me, Fel,’ confided Aubranael on the fifth such wandering day. ‘All the world seems dull and drear. I can take no pleasure in anything. Exploring? Pfeh. Let the hills sleep in peace. Food? Hmph. It tastes of nothing. I no longer care what lies beyond the next rise; it will not be Tilby, and therefore it is of no interest to me.’
Felebre was a feline of taciturn nature. She rarely made any reply to Aubranael’s musings, and she made none now.
Aubranael sighed. He was leaning on the gated entryway to Ahrimir Wood, some way from the town of Gr
