Chapter 40

Deen glanced toward his mother. “He wants to see you again, too.”

Zelle blushed. “I would have returned with him, but it isn’t permitted.”

“Well, I’m glad you were with the Crins so we could meet young Deen,” Hank assured her.

“So am I,” Nick said, ruffling the boy’s ink-black hair.

I was glad, too. Deen was a smart kid, a good traveling companion, and a skilled hunter, even at his young age. His mom had taught him well.

* * * *

Deen was right about the direction we should go in. Not more than a mile further on, the air began to shimmer in front of the rocky face of a large hill.

“That’s not from the heat.” I pulled Nicky up beside me and gestured toward it.

“What do you make of it?”

“I don’t—”

Abruptly, the shimmer vanished as what seemed to be a doorway opened in the side of the hill and a man dressed in white appeared. He was too tall to be Deen’s father.

“I bid you welcome, visitors from the past.”

“How did he know that?” Ed scowled.