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‘And was taken by Mandrocs?’ Fyndal continued. Jaldaric looked puzzled, but nodded.

Fyndal reined his horse to a halt, as if he needed a moment’s stillness to assimilate this information. His
brother too seemed to be affected.

The three riders behind them also stopped.

Then Fyndal clicked his horse forward again. ‘Why have you returned?’ he asked, his manner still
uncertain.

‘You not only follow, you interrogate,’ Jaldaric began, but Arinndier leaned forward and interrupted him.

‘We’re representatives of the Geadrol,’ he said. ‘We’ve important news for all the Orthlundyn, and
Isloman told us that we should seek out his brother Loman and the Memsa Gulda at Anderras Darion.’

Again Fyndal showed surprise. ‘You’ve spoken to Isloman?’ he said. ‘Where is he? Was Hawklan with
him?’

He gestured to the following riders, who spurred forward to join the group. Jaldaric and the others
exchanged glances. ‘Who taught you the High Guards’ hand language, Fyndal?’ Jaldaric asked.

‘Loman,’ Fyndal answered. ‘He taught it to all of us.’

‘Us?’ queried Arinndier.

‘The Helyadin,’ Fyndal replied.

All Fyndal’s answers were uttered straightforwardly and in the manner of someone stating the obvious.
Arinndier opened his mouth to ask for an explanation, but Fyndal repeated his inquiry.

‘When did you see Hawklan and Isloman?’ he said, concern beginning to show through his affability.
‘Where are they? Are they safe?’

Arinndier shook his head. ‘We don’t know where they are,’ he said, then pausing thoughtfully he added,
‘They left Fyorlund some time ago with two of our men to return to Anderras Darion. I’d hoped they’d
be in Orthlund by now.’
Fyndal frowned unhappily and made to speak again, but this time Arinndier took the initiative.

‘What we do know about Isloman and Hawklan we’ll tell to Loman and Memsa Gulda when we meet,
Fyndal,’ he said. ‘That and a great many other things. Then it’s up to them what they choose to tell you.
You understand, I’m sure. In the meantime, perhaps you could tell us who you are. And what the
Helyadin are, and why you follow and question visitors to Orthlund. And why this man Loman should see
fit to teach you our High Guards’ hand language.’

‘We’re just . . . soldiers,’ Fyndal answered, with a slight hesitation. ‘We’re on border patrol, making
sure that nothing . . . unpleasant . . . comes into our land unchallenged again. Loman taught us the hand
language because he said it was a good one’ – he gave a subdued laugh – ‘and it was the only one he
knew. He’s taught us a lot of other things as well.’