Chapter Seventeen
SECRETS
On the Eastern Continent, Huldar hunched himself against the wind that flew unimpeded across the barren plain. Ice crystals swept the surface in feathered patterns. A dark figure crouched a short distance away as if feeling for a song of place. It stood and lifted a mitt-covered hand in greeting. He wondered how long Daric Enna had been there. He was keen to learn if nothing else.
“Easier to feel with bare skin,” Huldar said. “Sometimes the mind is not enough on its own … even yours.”
Daric conceded the point with a small snort. “There’s a hub here, of course, and I think I see one about two hundred paces over there.” He pointed east.
“Show me what you see.”
With a short nod, Daric shared his view of several faint lines of force converging on the area he’d i
