‘He does come from Narsindal you know.’
Eldric spoke half to himself as the four men sat in his room. They had fallen into an uneasy silence and the memory of Tirke’s outburst had returned to Eldric’s mind and sent it spinning back across the years to the time when Dan-Tor had first appeared.
The four of them had been there, returning with the army from Riddin after the Morlider had finally been driven away. They had used the eerie, blasted Pass of Elewart for the sake of speed, instead of taking the much longer, though less daunting route through Orthlund. The Pass led them into Narsindal and they were obliged to travel along the edge of the mountains that formed its southern boundary for some considerable distance.
The prospect of an early return home after a victory well won however,
