Rumble was gone when I opened my eyes – which was not really a concern at first as he just could have been restless and wandered off to check through the village once more for our missing friend, the dwarf Gnoston. But then I noticed that Merlin was also nowhere in sight.
The feeling of being all alone crashed in on me. Which lasted until I wondered if I were dreaming. And after slapping myself with sufficient force to disprove that notion, I crept out of the house in hopes of clearing my head.
Outside, the silence was deafening. But with the added sense that eyes were watching me – just out of view at every turn of my head.
Then in an instant of clarity, I remembered thinking how like the Will’o’the Wisp this was – to torture and mislead his foes.
I shook myself and re-entered the house. There were my friends waiting for me. They asked simply if I were ready to depart.
We did. And along the Low-way of the dwarves I recounted to them the incidents that make me believe that I am being haunted by Willie.