“Show me,” Lucius said to Gwendolyn as Dagon began hitching his own horse.
Gwendolyn nodded and crouched, edging around the rockface with Lucius and then crawling upon her stomach to the cliff’s edge.
“This is where we climb down,” she said.
Lucius looked over the edge and all he could see were varying shades of blackness, leading to a great fire upon the beach where six men stood. In the bay, two ships sat at anchor, their bodies rolling up and down on the breakers as the tide rushed in. Apart from the rush of the wind, Lucius could hear the raging seas as if he were alone upon a branch in a Middle Sea storm.
Breathe, Lucius… he told himself. Breathe.
“The tide is coming in,” Gwendolyn said. “We must get down there now.” She turned around and went back to Einion and Dagon while Luciu
