Chapter Four
Everything is blue-grey with cold. We are outside the gates of our stronghold, our horses beneath us snorting mist clouds into the freezing morning air. Shame we do not have real fire-breathers to ride out upon. Runa cannot meet my eye. She looks abashed and troubled, no doubt the vivid detail of what she took to be a dream still filling her mind. She also looks pale, as well she might having had half the Önd sucked out of her. That won’t help her when it comes to a fight. Perhaps I should have thought of that when I allowed her demon visitor to live.
For my part I have quashed the jealousy and torrid desperation that burned me into the small hours. Now I feel only excitement and determination to succeed in my quest. This is my chance. Any wavering of resolve would have been
