Chapter 31

At the sight of the small fires outside small tents, Carlyle couldn't be pleased any more than he was at the moment. He had feared that he wouldn't find them there anymore, but there they were, like a beacon of hope, in the middle of nowhere.

He reached for his doublet with his right hand to make sure he had brought the arrow with him. It was soon a panic session as he couldn't find the arrow that he was to use as his exhibit.

"No way..." he searched more vigorously and was about to bring in his left hand to join in the search. But then, he realized that his left hand had been a bit numb as it had been clinging to something so desperately. He looked to see the arrow in his left hand and realized that he had hidden his left hand in the long cloak the moment he had taken up the arrow. "Goodness..." he breathed a sigh of relief.

With that sorted out, he confidently made his way towards the tent. He had been readying his words since he had set out on the nightly voyage to an unknown land