Chapter 23‘Carver’s Song. I heard the Carver’s Song.’
Rachyl jumped backwards with a cry of alarm which became an oath as she tumbled over to land gracelessly on her behind.
The voice, deep and with an unfamiliar accent, was that of the Dryenwr. It was weak, but there were clear notes of authority in it. Dark, unfocused eyes moved around the trio of watchers as he levered himself up into a sitting position.
‘Through the mists I heard it. In a dream? It seems so long since I heard such, yet it can scarcely be a moon since I heard of their coming together again.’ The Dryenwr frowned and put a hand to his head. ‘Then I was walking in the darkness over land, hard and without life, Culmaren cape about my shoulders and Svara’s will all about me, cold and angry, tearing at me. I answered the S
