The seasons passed and the road began to find itself among forests again, and then fields. These were pieces of ground with sharp borders, and with grass growing on them or other plants in rows. And houses. The road had come again among its frustrators.
     These Frantagon appeared and made their noises at the roadbuilders, and then attacked them. The roadbuilders ignored them, killed only a few. Then the Frantagon appeared in a large number and the roadbuilders had to scatter. This had happened before. — Kunour, the roadguider, was not chief among the heroes but had many adventures, once hiding in a Frantagont woman's house. Special squads came up from the empire, the roadbuilders themselves knew how to creep with their weapons in the woods, and those Frantagon that survived were dispersed over the horizons. Nothing could stop the Road.