One was an arrow-maker, for he had been hardening arrow-points in the fire, and left behind him the arrow-maker's thong.
"But how could you know how long back this had happened ?" I asked.
"The sap was still wet in the twigs, so it could not have been much above an hour since they left.

Besides, the smoke had blown south, for the grass smelt of it that side.

Now the wind was more to the east when we left, and, if you remember, it changed to the north about midday." I said it was a marvel, and he grunted.

"The marvel is what they've been doing in the Tidewater, for from the Tidewater I'll swear they came." Next day he led me eastward, away back in the direction of the manors.
This was an easier day, for he went slow, as if seeking for something.
He picked up some kind of a trail, which we followed through the long afternoon.

Then he found something, which he pocketed with a cry of satisfaction.