“But what could we do for powerful people in high places?” “Become them. The Forest says it could help. Did it tell you that, too?” It had, but Niall hadn’t been paying it any heed. The Forest had sounded a little too eager, which made him nervous. The look in Mór’s eyes made him nervous, too, but he couldn’t ignore her like he ignored the Forest. He didn’t want her to grow bored of him or the Barns. So he nodded and asked her to tell him more. This was what the thing in the Forest had been saying to them lately: more.
