Rumble and I were half expecting to catch up with Dunfallon and Navril. We reasoned that they were probably going along at a leisurely pace, with the pixie pointing out the sights along the way. But that expectation waned as time passed. Then we began to think we just may have passed them somewhere.
Finally, we succumbed to the urgency we both felt and quickened our own pace without them. And whereas before Rumble and I caught one another up on the time in which we were apart from one another, thereafter we hardly exchanged a word, being totally focused on our progress to our destination.
But I could not quiet my mind. The closer we got to the repository the noisier it became. Something Rumble had shared about his time at Merlin’s castle disturbed me greatly. Snatches of conversation overheard cast a very suspect interpretation to the actions of the High Fairy, especially in regards to his loyalty.
We debated going into the outskirts of the capital to stay at a comfortable inn. In the end we opted to pass the night in a meadow on the further side.