True to what Kivan had told her, the Staven packed up their elaborate encampment under the cover of darkness. It was eerie, how quietly each person was able to move and take down the site. Ari had directed her to see beside one of the birch trees, the silver bark shining in the starlight. She sat on her pack, determined not to lose it in the silent hustle that surrounded her. Should she run? She wondered. With everyone so busy, it seemed the best opportunity. But the question always remained, where? It would be a long journey back down the fjord to the ferry crossing. Longer still back over the road to Issen.
Sastra shifted where she sat, peering into the darkness. The horses were close by, with a dozen of Kivan’s people preparing them to move out. Most of all, she was determined not to
