Mac and Sirel met the rest of the Ankhourian warriors at the stables in the castle. Freak winds overhead caused a change of plans from engaging the Gralcons.
“At least we’re not going to run all the way,” Mac mumbled. He turned to Sirel and asked, “Where are we going again?”
“We will be going through the tunnels of the Xelrils Mountain.”
“How do you pronounce that again?” Mac queried.
“Zel-rils,” Sirel explained and continued, “From the Xelrils Mountain we will make camp at a Tahotay village for the night. I believe Kess and the others are taking the tunnels to the south of the mountain; we are taking the ones north.”
“Isn’t there a Tahotay village somewhere on the banks of the Zanadur Lake?”
“There are many Tahotay villages along the eastern part of the lake,” Sirel said. She p
