The ghosts had come back during the night.
Even now they were lurking, trying all they could to obliterate him.
It wasn’t like him though to feel as powerless. He’d woken up, drenched in a cold sweat.
He had felt petrified, unable to move, vaguely realising that he was dreaming and yet, incapable of moving a muscle, or waking up from the nightmare.
It was a clear sign he had to resume his quest, find the Hermit and sooner than later.
“It’s alright.” Margoritt’s voice was steady and slightly amused. “You don’t owe me any explanation, you should just go. I can take care of this little one for you, you see, I’ve always wanted a child, but never had the chance to bring one in my busy life. Now is as good a time as any.
When Mr Minn is coming back with the carriage, if you’re not back by then through these woods, you will find us in the city.”
And with a warm hug and a small bag of provision, he was back on the paths of the forest towards the impregnable mountains.