She now paused beside a large fallen tree, taking a breath to still her racing heartbeat so that she might focus better. Not with her ears—for he was very quiet when he moved—but with her Sight.

  She was unconcerned about being heard, for her own steps were silent on the soft floor of the forest. She knew precisely where and when he had stopped to rest; in the clearing which was just beyond this next stand of trees. Listening, she could hear him packing something into hi...