If the Wakesells would send them to Greystone Abbey, the very place Brandyn had seen in his vision, then there was no other destination. They must go.
Jasmine passed a satchel to Storm. “Food, and two new waterskins. Even if you double your journey, it should be enough to keep you both sustained until Steward Easlan can resume care of you. You will tell him, too, that we’ll send more men as we're able.”
Brandyn thanked them both and let Storm say her goodbyes.
In his mind, he was already traveling the path ahead.
Lisbet sat before the imposing chieftainess, as she had every day for weeks, and answered the same questions they’d asked her each day. She’d even come to feel relaxed in the small thatched room with no dressing or adornment, or at least no longer afraid. The fresh dirt on her
