Book 4: Voices in the Dark

Xandra

“The symbol of Lord Denidor’s house is lightning,” I grumble as I wedge myself into the Y-shaped branch Finn has picked out for us to watch this meeting from.

“All the more reason to be here.” Finn scans the horizon intently. “Since we found the first bark in Zdenko’s room.”

The branch squishes my hips in a way I know means I will have to relieve myself before long. “And what reason would Lord Denidor and General Zdenko have for using this method of communication?”

“Mind-links within Moonlight Hollow have been spotty, too,” Finn replies.

I bite down on my sigh and settle in. Below us, as it always does before the full moon, the Grayhead starts flooding its banks just enough to reach the itching roadweed leaves curled around the base of the reedy graylaurels. Parsing the message was so easy, I have to wonder why they bothered to encode it at all. And this secret trunk method Finn dredged up, I don’t believe it has been used since