Chapter IX: Dire Revelations
Within half an hour the party have eaten, drunk, and packed up the little gear they have on them, and set out into the midday sunlight which shines down upon the land. Calvorn, true to his word, hoists Erald onto his back, his cloak still wrapped about the boy, as Tyronius and Caled walk behind him, followed by Falnis, whose cloak is once more pulled low to shield him from the sun, and then Marabir and Aerendir. Larend and Caln bring up the rear of the procession, both walking stiffly at first, but slowly loosening up. The set a faster pace than the night before, and waste no time in attempting to conceal their tracks. Calvorn does, however, guide them on as secluded a route as possible, steering them toward rows of pine trees which line paddocks, and down into pockets of trees which follow the banks of streams that wind across the farmlands.