She's silent as a shadow, a dim shade slipping easily over the stones, and he tries, but it's fortunate that here there are no twigs to break, no horses to spook, no men to startle and yell. Still, he can be reasonably quiet, though his boots are heavier than hers and his steps nowhere near as soundless.

They pause to listen as someone walks near, then away, and when Marian moves forward, he follows, as closely as he can.