This Francis was frightened. Laurent didn't judge him for it - the storm was fierce, and whatever belonged to that howl no doubt fiercer still - but they must keep their heads. "Your instinct will be to keep to the trees," he said, counting the time between flashing light and rolling thunder. "But the storm is close, and tall trees will only invite lightning strikes. Come."

Laurent hurried along what little path could be seen in the darkness. "I believe I saw lights not far due east."