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Tamora
Tamora’s relief and pleasure at Anne’s recovery was clear to the others. She nodded at Anne’s assessment of Balth and briefly explained her experiences sparring with the Sun Runner the night before. Her mood grew sombre at Anne’s final question. “We don’t know. I decided not to risk splitting us further in the dark last night what with one thing and another so just hoped he had enough woodcraft to survive.” She shook her head. “I am unsure but I fear he might have been changed in the cliffs. It was . . . painful in there and I caught a glimpse of Gan as he was when he first emerged” Tamora paused again and swallowed as if she was forcing down bitter medicine. “It wasn’t pretty.”
She read the expressions on the faces of her two companions and realised that unless she was prepared to share her experience in the mesa it was unfair to distress them by referring to it. She wasn’t sure she could relate in words what had happened to her in any case. She wasn’t even sure of her own memory of the events. Standing here in the warmth of the clearing it seemed so unlikely to have happened to her at all. But as she looked at her hand she stretched her fingers a little bit further than she would have expected them to go and frowned.
“Enough,” she said softly to herself and then more confidently to her companions “I looked at dawn and found Gan’s trail running north.” Gan’s trail had been very obvious – another mystery. Had he wanted to make sure she could track him? Or maybe he was in no mind to care. Well, speculation wouldn’t help them. “If we are to return to the village on the lake it’s on our way to follow . . .” She trailed off, waiting for Anne and Bas to respond.
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