Felltree Marsh lives of the witching circle

Then I’ll kill them.

Swordfish’s jaw tightened and his narrow features became taut. Only a slight cant of his head suggested that he had taken the vow for more than it seemed. The answer did not ease the bear-hunter’s mind. It did silence his questions for a time while they journeyed deeper into the marsh.

When Lestan stopped, checking the air and circling, Swordfish watched. He waited. He did not feel that he could say anything that would sway the madman from his goal. Whoever the old woman and the boy were, they were marked with the Mayfair’s vengeance. If they did not keep moving, keep distance between them and the amulet’s rightful owner…

Then I’ll kill them.

Swordfish too sniffed at the winds, hoping for a stray scent to give them direction.