"Where did that come from?" Tuath looked around, axe in hand as the arrow quivered slightly in the ground.
"Up there." Bradan pointed to a cluster of rocks just below the shifting line of mist.
A second arrow hissed down, landed at a shallow angle and skittered across the path. Melcorka picked it up. "There is no weight in this," she said, "and there was no power behind it." She snapped the shaft between finger and thumb. "It might penetrate the skin, but it would not cause any damage unless it hit you in the eye."
"Somebody is a poor archer," Bradan scanned the hillside. "It is hard to see anybody with this mist shifting so much."
"Wait," Tuath said. "They must reveal themselves to fire at us, so I will give them a target. Lifting his arms at right angles to his body, he stepped forwa
