Chapter Twenty-ThreeAs Koros reached the top of the first low ridge, Garth turned for a final look at Skelleth. The town’s silhouette was subtly changed from the last time he had seen it from this spot, when he had ridden down from Ordunin with his little trading party; a few of the old rooftops were gone, lost to the fires he had spread, and had not been rebuilt. None of the new structures were high enough to be seen from this distance.
The snow, too, changed the outline, blurring the lines and bleaching the surfaces to an even white that made the shadows stand out more sharply.
When last he had ridden the Wasteland Road he had been accompanied by Larth, Galt, and Tand; now Galt was an outlaw and Tand had not yet returned from the Yprian Coast. He wondered what had become of his double-
