'Of course,' Gilan said. If Crowley was an expert at moving without being heard, Gilan was the Corps' past master at moving without being seen. To a large degree, his skill was dependent upon instinct, but there were always practical tips he could pass on to others.

'And as for you, Will,' Crowley said, 'we have three first-years this season. Would you be interested in assessing their progress?'

He saw Will's attention snap back to the present. He could tell that the young man was still nursing his disappointment over the fact that his former teacher would not be coming. Just as well to give him something to take his mind off it, the older Ranger thought.

'Oh, sorry, Crowley! What was that you said?' Will said, a little guiltily.

'Would you care to help out assessing our three first-years?' Crowley repeated and Will nodded hastily.

'Yes, by all means! Sorry about that. I was just thinking about Halt. I've been looking forward to seeing him,' he explained.

'We all have,' Crowley said. 'His grumpy face brings a special light to our day. But there'll be time enough for that later.' He hesitated briefly. 'As a matter of fact… no, never mind. That'll keep.'

'What will keep?' Will's curiosity was aroused now and Crowley smiled to himself. Curiosity was the sign of a good Ranger. But so was discipline.

'Never mind. It's something I'll tell you about when the time is right. For now, I'd appreciate it if you'll coach the boys in archery and oversee a tactical exercise with them.'

'Consider it done.' Will thought for a few seconds then added, 'Do I need to set the tactical exercise?'

Crowley shook his head. 'No. We've done that. Just see them through solving it. It should amuse you,' he added cryptically. He rose and dusted off the seat of his trousers. 'Thanks for the coffee,' he, said. 'See you at the feast tonight.'