In his forays in and around the burrows Rumble had discovered some suspicious tracks. He thinks they may be those left by the enemy when they attacked. Similar ones lead away.
I concurred. So we set out to follow them whithersoever they lead.
At first we had to restrain Dunfallon from running on ahead. Both Rumble and I feared for his state of mind. His grief was passing and something darker was taking its place.
Finally I called a halt and we confronted him about it.
He was resistant at first and loudly insisted on continuing on his own.
I locked him in my arms and held him gently. He had no real strength to wriggle free. And at last fell quiet.
I assured him that we would find those responsible. But added that we would handle things in a right and just way, not in a wrong or unjust way.