Chapter 41Through the rains, Kallan and Rune rode across the river-streaked plains of Alfheim. Their faces burned from the battalion of water drops that bombarded them as they rode. They stopped multiple times to give each horse one of Kallan's apples, and were on the road again shortly thereafter, refreshed for the hard ride south.
The rains had barely let up by the time the early afternoon sun settled behind the mountains, leaving behind clear skies and the blanket of early evening that granted them unseen passage to the edge of the Dokkalfar camp.
Soaked beneath the stars, Rune and Kallan quietly dismounted and fastened their horses to a withering tree almost bare of its crimson leaves. As Rune unsheathed Gramm, Kallan withdrew and dispensed a spell, taking care to grasp Rune's hand a
