CHAPTER 9
The Community of the FishHunydd stood pawing the ground where Viviane had left her and she flung herself upon the mare’s back, desperate to get as far away as she could from the fell tower. The mare needed no urging and moved like the wind, blood from the cuts on Viviane’s hands staining her white mane: the trees streaming past, their branches whipping ineffectually at rider and mount. As they rode, Viviane’s fear gave way to exultation. Idoc’s scrying mirror, which spied upon the lives of others, was destroyed.
At last they were clear of the woods and out upon open hillside among the tall flowering grasses. The clouds that drifted high across the sky were like gold dust in the early evening sunlight, and two playful cloud dragons engaged in a slow and rhythmic dance, twisting
