“The prophecies say that death and destruction lie in the east,” he said.
“So I have heard,” replied the girl sarcastically, her hands on her hips.
“We must wake the elders.”
The sentry nodded. “They will know what to do.”
“Yes. We cannot let an eastern overman reach Dûsarra.”
It was several minutes later when Garth turned a corner in the winding road, which for the last three leagues had twisted its way through the foothills and now led along the bottom of a narrow defile, and caught a glimpse of Weideth. It was only a very brief glimpse, however, for the village he had thought he saw vanished almost instantly, leaving only another few hundred yards of highway that stretched out from his warbeast’s feet and turned right out of sight behind a hill up ahead.
He blinked. There was no v
