Chapter Sixteen
The Noose Tightens
Iarion breathed in the chill mountain air. His leg muscles ached from the incline and scrambling over and around countless outcroppings of rock, even though he used the stick he had found in the fens for support. Snowcapped peaks towered all around him.
I hope Telanadil is all right. He was in pretty bad shape when we left him.
Iarion would have stayed with the sky horse to help him clean himself off and tend any wounds, if he had thought the proud creature would have let him. Perhaps it was better this way. Despite his concern for Telanadil, Barlo was Iarion’s primary objective. The sooner he found his friend, the better. He had no desire to run into Felara first.
Actually, he was surprised he hadn’t seen or sensed Felara since his arrival. She had
