TWENTY-FIVE
The Hills
Fall 964 MC
Beverly crouched, slowly moving forward to peer over the ridgeline. "See anything?" she asked.
"The horses are definitely here," noted Arnim, "but I'm not sure how easy they'll be to recover."
They were only three miles north of the castle, looking down into a slight depression, dotted with tufts of long, green grass. A wooden fence enclosed the area, stopping any horses from escaping their captivity.
Beverly stared down at the scene. "We'll find a way," she said. "We have to."
"Perhaps our luck will hold," suggested Arnim. "After all, we managed to make it out of the tunnels without pursuit."
"That wasn't luck, it was caution. Our foes were too afraid of encountering us in the cave system, but they'll catch up with us soon enough, just you wait an
