"And there," I said and pointed to the Marking Rock. It was where Peter and I used to spy from when we wanted to watch the pirates without being seen. It stood there at the mouth of the trail that led into the mountains. "He'll probably come from there. He always does. We always did."

Knowing my enemy helped, but only to a certain extent. Peter could be unpredictable and now he was angry.

I looked at Eowyn again and said, "I'm so sorry you have to be here because of me."