The wild girl answered the exile from Gondor after a moment's thought.
"Some here are wounded," she said. "So we would be slow. Maybe two leagues in a day. Many days. It is fifty leagues to the River Greyflood on the old road. The moon will be full again."
"And it will take us that long to return on foot through Dunland to the Fords of the Isen," said Thenamir. "All choices are fraught with peril! If we find these men you speak of, we may lose time. If we return to Rohan, we will never learn what the wizard is up to. It is a hard decision. We will have to debate it after it is decided what we shall do with Guthrin."
"We must give the wounded time to rest," Arenia said, as if she herself bore no wounds. "And perhaps there will be better news when we are ready to move."
"We would be ready sooner if Aspida had not been slain," said Thenamir. "We could use her knowledge of herbs and medicines."
The dwarf, who had turned in disgust from the Rohirrim's overlengthy (to his mind) debate about Guthrin, heard the name of Aspida, and remembered the map she had given him....
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