Chapter FourteenThey left at dusk the next day, with Chaytan leading them in single file, Chumani at his heels and half a dozen Lakota warriors in single file. Melcorka was next to last, with Akecheta at the rear.
The night was clear and crisp, with the wind murmuring through the long grass and the boughs of the occasional tree swishing quietly. Stars glittered above them, stretching into infinity from horizon to horizon, with a three-quarters moon glossing the ground beneath and casting shifting shadows as the war-party passed. It was a surreal oxymoron, to be trotting across a familiar yet unknown land in the company of strangers she already felt she knew.
Keeping pace with the Lakota, Melcorka thought of the other expeditions she had been on, fighting the Norse and facing the Shining
