Chapter Thirteen
Whatever the manoeuvrings of her captors, Ilsevel had not the smallest intention of waiting quietly for them to consent to release her. If there was a way in, she reasoned, there must be a way out, and nothing would prevent her from finding it.
But she was destined to endure a deal of disappointment, for her determination was not much shared by her fellow residents of Winter’s Hollow. Gloswise talked as though she wished for nothing more than to be liberated from the place, but Ilsevel could not find out that she had ever made much effort to secure her own release. A very little exploration upon her first arrival had apparently satisfied her that there was no way out, and she had settled down to a life of comfortable captivity ever since. Ilsevel could not but suspect th
