Briefly, Handy felt a twinge of concern for the stag, but it was mollified by the assurance that he would be soon out of this damnedable forest. 'And away from that road...' This was a deer matter and the deer were sorting it out. It was kind of them to speak in Eques— English. It was English, Handy, don't be silly now. It was kind of them to do so that they had an idea of what was going on, but it simply did not concern them. Jacques, however, looked at Whirlwind, his face a stoic mask. His tail twitched.