Wil watches as Aldus leaves through the same door he used, walking past the small herb garden and out through the surrounding trees to the fens beyond. He does not look back.
Some way down the path, the Orderhouse small but still a significant weight on the horizon behind him, Aldus stops at a tree with a broken branch and looks at it thoughtfully. Then he sits down by its roots, pulling his bag round in front of him. There's only one question left.