Chapter 17
Return to Vasyllia
The boat made the last turn of the Ulna before it joined the Nebestaala. At that point, they should have been able to catch a glimpse of Vasyllia. But there was no city of Vasyllia on Vasyllia Mountain.
We have traveled far back in time, thought Voran. Farther even than the time of Lassar of Blessed Memory.
Voran looked intently, knowing that if he focused long enough, his eyes would notice details that most people would discount. A movement, a blur of color, a flash of light, after years of bearing the Living Water, for him these could become clear vision of animals, houses, beacons of fire. Then he did see something. Light flickered between the many trees in the spot where Vasyllia should stand—or rather, would stand in some future time. It was not torch
