Corpang looked away to the distant range. “I don’t know, but unless a miracle happens we shan’t get there tonight.”
“I have a feeling,” said Maskull, “that we shall not only get there tonight, but that tonight will be the most important in my life.”
And he sat down passively to rest.
Chapter 18. HAUNTE
While Maskull sat, Corpang walked restlessly to and fro, swinging his arms. He had lost his staff. His face was inflamed with suppressed impatience, which accentuated its natural coarseness. At last he stopped short in front of Maskull and looked down at him. “What do you intend to do?”
Maskull glanced up and idly waved his hand toward the distant mountains. “Since we can’t walk, we must wait.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know... How’s this, though? Those peaks have changed colour, from red to green.”
“Yes, the lich wind is travelling this way.”