“The forest lies ahead of you, Bard,” she whispered. “The trees are stronger than me and can offer you better shelter.” Jack hesitated. But then she winced and said, “Run!” He lurched upwards and sprinted, just as Bane struck the spirit in the heather. Jack wanted to stop and turn around, but he heard her dying scream. She had given herself up for him, and he could taste the burning heather on the wind.
