Chapter Seventeen – The Cold Light of DawnUther Pendragon shivered in the early morning light and gazed about absently, willing his mind to wake and his body to warm. It was ominously quiet in the small copse of trees; there wasn't even any birdsong. Long shadows stretched towards him from the distant village of Aeglesthorp, laying uneven across the large grassy meadow glistening with morning dew. Behind the village, the eastern sky was promising another fine day, with the first blush of sunrise painting the scattered clouds with pastel shades of pink and orange. A cold breeze whispered across the field, blowing softly through the long grass, making the mist stir and dance, drawing Uther's attention for a moment. As Samel joined him, he gathered his cloak tighter about his shoulders and sh
