Chapter 39Gudrun and Daggon rode through the night, stopping only to rest the horses. Too exhausted and worn to speak, they made their way slowly along the Alfheim Wood. Another day's ride and the tops of Lorlenalin's white towers would greet them.
“Hold up,” Gudrun said, pulling back on the reins.
“What is it?” Daggon asked.
The air settled and Gudrun reached beyond this earth, into the fibers where the Seidr flowed. There she felt it, like a lone ripple along a perfectly still surface. Strong, powerful, and too close to ignore.
“It's too late,” Gudrun whispered. “She's here.”
In an instant, Gudrun slid from the saddle and threw open a saddle bag.
Daggon slid off his horse. “Gudrun?”
“Here,” the old woman said, handing Daggon her pouch. “Inside you'll find my strongest cloaking spe
