Corsair stood outside the infirmary, wrapped in the same clothes he had donned the night before. Paws in pockets, he watched the slow trickle of morning activity. Some soldiers attacked the snow with shovels, freeing the wheels of the caravan’s transports from their icy prisons. Others kept their gazes trained on the horizon.
It didn’t stop some shooting him the occasional glare.
Corsair focused on the Glasfestung in the distance.
GlasfestungIt loomed miles and miles away from where the convoy stood, separated from him by an endless horizon of snow. It dwarfed any palace or tower, challenging the clear sky above and shaking an angry fist up at the sun that escaped its reach. The wall’s dominion stretched from west to east for as far as the eye could follow, sealing off the north.
If he
