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The cold night air cut into their lungs as the little troop of woodfolk and sorcerers threaded their way up the steep mountainside between huge tumbled boulders. Because the woodfolk’s night vision was better, the sorcerers were spread among them so that they could be guided through the more difficult passages. As they rose higher, the valley floor spread out below them in a black carpet, dotted with warm golden lights pinpointing the location of the various farmsteads. Away in the distance, part of the horizon glowed from the strength of hundreds of lamps in Montraya.
At the rear of the line, Autumn Leaves and Running Feet kept an eye on Captain Harkell in front of them. After they had seen him stumble for the second time, Running Feet pulled up alongside him and realised that the sol
