Roland stumbled into Magnus’s back just as they approached the forest of thorny vines.
“Easy.” Magnus put a steadying hand on Roland’s arm. “Are you unwell?”
He shook his head. “No, just a little dizzy. Or I was for a moment. It’s gone now.”
Magnus continued to stare at him, dark and intense until Roland was tempted to squirm under the scrutiny.
“Truly, I am well.”
“Let us move forward.”
Magnus turned his back on Roland once more as they continued the few feet to the beginning of the forest. They’d left Magnus’s horse a few hundred yards back as he would be unable to go through the vines. In truth, Roland did not know how they would. Though it was called a forest, it was made up of only vines covered in thorns, black wicked looking thorns so thick and ominous Roland thought they were
