It took him some hours to reach the copse where last he'd seen Valtyr; and here he lingered for a few long moments, staring at the darkness, in to it, perhaps trying to delve through it. Tuwawi had been here. He remembered seeing her here the last time — with Valtyr — and in Njal's deteriorating mind he thought, She has gone away again, but it did not pain him to think it. He found the splash of light upon the forest floor where he had seen her. The glimmering light did not form her body again; he did not see her smile, so he smiled for her, and moved on. Around him the fireflies sparked and shifted, for even in the middle of the day they were active, and they seemed to lead him through the darkness. As Njal passed beyond the glen, finding himself ducking through the shadows and out in to the open once more, the sun blinded him for a split second—and there she was, a flash of gold and red, leading him south. I'm coming, he thought, and smiled again, Wait for me.
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