"No. They are both beyond the Mountains that Move."
"So?"
"In the land of the Faith," she snapped.
"But couldn't you—?"
Pity was almost smothered in stern contempt as she looked at him. "We do not go among the Faith except for a purpose. And that purpose is not returning you to your—friends."
"But your people?"
"They would not help you if they could. For I am Krasna."
He did not grasp the significance of her words but the firmness of her tone indicated there was no use arguing with this self-willed, red-haired person. Nevertheless he resolved to try to find Margaret, and as soon as possible.
Krasna's eyes widened with apprehension at his thought.
"You are a fool. And if you must try you had better read all the scrolls first. Only El-ve-don could survive, and the death of the Faith is not easy."