His hands were scratched raw his hair was tangled with sea spray. He said, as Morgon put out his torch underfoot and went to help him, 'I'm all right.' His face was mist-colored in the light from the window he flung an arm around Morgon heavily, and together they stumbled across the threshold, Astrin sat down on the pallet. They spent the day indoors, Astrin prowling through wizards' books like an animal scenting, and Morgon trying to wash and mend Astrin's robe while questions he could not ask struggled like trapped birds in the back of his throat. He moved stiffly, with a tight, sour expression that eased only when his eyes fell on Morgon's mute, worried face. Perhaps someone knows you there.' But Morgon only looked at him blankly, as if Caithnard lay in some strange land at the bottom of the sea, and Astrin did not mention it again.Īstrin said little of the incident the next day. It's just a day's journey south of these woods. Once Astrin said, as they walked through the gentle, constant fall of dead oak leaves, 'I should take you to Caithnard.

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