Why is Ranger’s Apprentice Book 9 called Halt’s Peril?
This sneak preview might give you a hint . . . Halt’s eyes were slits of concentration as he moved forward between the trees, following the narrow, indistinct path. He scanned constantly, taking in the ground ahead and to either side. He noted, with a sardonic smile, the occasional clues that had been left behind by the men he was following – a scrap of cloth snagged on a branch here, an all too obvious footprint there. He maintained the pretence of searching for these signs and following the tracks they had left. It wouldn’t do to let his quarry know he was onto their little game, he thought. The ground was littered with deadfalls – branches and twigs that the wind had snapped off from the trees high above and dropped to the forest floor. They formed an almost continuous carpet beneath his feet and, skilled as he was at moving silently, even Halt couldn’t avoid some noise as they cracked and snapped under his soft tread. He could do it if he moved slowly, testing the ground with each
