The Traveller’s guiding note wound through the uneasy soughing like a silver thread, drawing them steadily on, and their progress was helped by the fact that there was very little snow underfoot. They had been walking for some time when Rachyl took Ibryen’s arm and pointed. There was a faint light ahead of them. As they drew nearer they saw that it was coming from the mouth of a cave. No sooner had they reached it than the sound faded. Ibryen was about to step inside when Rachyl, sword drawn and lantern extended, moved in front of him.
‘I’m sorry I got so far ahead.’
The Traveller’s apology greeted them. He was kneeling some way from the entrance. Balanced on a rock nearby was what appeared to be a small lantern, giving off a light which caused both Rachyl and Ibryen to shield their eyes
