TKC 110
We come to a crossroads. While there are no formal paths
here, animals have blazed trails, and these we follow. Here, at this place,
hordes of creatures must have crossed ways in order to create something this
visible.
It is between the treeline and the river we see ahead. Clearly
large animals paused here to choose between water and shade, coming from both
east and west to this point of choice. As many chose water, clearly, as those
choosing shade. There is no sight of animals now, but the evidence overwhelms
us.
It gets worse when Hanna says, “What if we only think animals did this?”
“What else can it be?” I burst out, sending her a look.
She shrugs. “People, Lyra, how else?”
I do not want to think about that. Until now I have been
quite happy to believe that Arc is uninhabited … except for the ethereal
Sassen. Think about it I must, though. “Fine, maybe. This is your talent,
Hanna; how long since someone or something walked here?”
Hanna slides off Pretty and bends to the trail. Moving in
both directions, she studies the trampled earth, finally squatting to stare
fixedly.
“Well?” I demand.
She is thoughtful. “No footprints that suggest people, but
no prints to suggest animals either. It’s odd, does not make sense.”
I clamber from Leaf’s back and join her. “Can you at least
tell when?”
Hanna looks up at me. “A thousand years … and this morning.”
Breath deserts me for a moment. “What do you mean?”
“This place is both ancient and new, Lyra, and
well-travelled, but who or what walks here? Your guess is as good as mine.”
I glance over my shoulder at the trees. Nothing there. No
one comes along the exposed paths either. The river’s edge is unattended. We are
alone, as we believed. I close my eyes.
Yes, there it is. My inner senses tell me we are, in fact,
surrounded.
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