“A tree with leaves of glass?” Rohan lifted his right eyebrow even as his mouth tugged into a smile. “We’ve been searching for it for some time. I had begun to think that it was a myth. One of my uncle’s boondoggles. But you say it’s real, Thalanil? And that is where you anchored the Wall?”

Thalanil nodded. It irked him that Hugues had figured out that much. The man was still dangerous though just a mortal with not enough of the old blood to turn him into the Heir. He supposed, in some small way, he should be glad the Heir wasn’t Hugues but Rohan instead.