Chapter Three Edge of a Sword
The fields were more beautiful than Caia expected, presenting before her and the others a vast and open land of grass below and blue sky above. But nothing was seen over the horizon until well into the afternoon when shadows turned the day cold, and Dy’Mün’s cottage came into view. The sight enlivened the group like a feast for the eyes. Promise of warmth, comfort, and shelter was no more than a fancy for so long, but now within grasp, the riders urged their horses on.
The cottage walls were constructed of mud and stone with the bones of the structure made from thick planks of wood. A thatch roof blended in with the ferns that covered a small hill rising at the back of the house. From the outside, it looked as if the home was built into the hill.
“The horse
