Chapter Fourteen'Something has happened,' Kosala said. 'The air is different.' He looked toward Sathuragiri. 'Bradan! Look at the sacred mountain!'
Torn between watching Melcorka and following the direction of Kosala's gaze, Bradan spared only a second to glance at Sathuragiri. The cloud around the base had dissipated, and a golden glow diffused from the square slopes. It did not last long, perhaps three seconds, yet there was sufficient time for Bradan to see ten huge figures standing in a circle. For one instant, he experienced that same sensation of peace that he had found on his previous visit to Sathuragiri.
Bradan saw nine of the figures merge into the mountain, while the tenth rose into the air, to soar toward him in the form of the black-and-white miasma. As it moved, it changed
