“Will the Dragon remain here?” Weylyn asked. “What have you seen?”
“The end is too far distant for my sight,” she said. “And only Lucius himself can see the road ahead.”
“The road is never what one expects,” Weylyn said, smiling sadly.
“No. It is not.”
It was nearly dark, and the night was calm and clear like the Middle Sea in summer, a shade of deep indigo pocked with stars that whirled in the heavens.
Lucius lay upon his back at the top of the Tor, wrapped in his cloak and looking up. He had wanted to sleep that evening, but after his conversation with Adara, sleep had eluded him.
He wondered how many more times he would have the opportunity to sit in that place and allow his mind to drift.
Could we have made a new life in this place? Lucius thought as he looked up at the sky. “Fa
