Dylan snapped out of his trance.
He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there, or whether he had been asleep or merely mesmerized by the rhythmic motion of his mount’s back. Normally, the steed would have picked the right path and found its way home, but it now stood undecided before an unfamiliar fork in the road.
Unfamiliar? Dylan knew every path, every stream, every hill within twenty miles of his home. It didn’t seem possible that he could find himself somewhere he didn’t recognize. Had some landowner taken down some trees, or rerouted the path around some new building? He glanced around more carefully – everything looked untouched, as if it had been there for years.