"Good," said Waltk. "It is easier to travel in the trees."
He resumed the role of carrier, and went plunging on.
The hours of flight through the trees seemed hardly to touch the reserves of the Jovian's strength.
But suddenly, abruptly, he halted.
"We cannot go further through the trees," he said to a puzzled Jarl Gare.
"The end of the forest ahead?" Jarl Gare asked. "That means we're less than a hundred Earth miles from the beds."
"No," Waltk said. "Not the end of the forest. There is something I don't understand. I feel a pressure ahead of us ... as if some horrible fate awaits us."
Jarl Gare's first reaction was to brush away Waltk's fears as if merely caused by not understanding what lay ahead. It was like Waltk's fear of the water beasts. But then he remembered the intuitive sense the Jovians had.
"We'd better go down, then," Jarl Gare decided.