VII
Ynis Wytrin
‘The Isle of the Blessed’
“When is she going to get back?”
Dagon was pacing around the hearth fire early the next morning. He had dreamed of Briana that night, and it had roused his strong wish to see her without further delay. The problem was that none of them knew the way to Ynis Wytrin.
“We don’t know, my friend. But she will be back,” Lucius handed him a cup of sheep’s milk and sat beside Barta in front of the freshly made fire. “Just be patient.”
Dagon turned on him, eyes wide. “Really? Patient, Anguis? I’ve been patient for months now. There is much she and I have to talk about!”
“Like what?”
“How many little Sarmatians he wants to make with her.”
Lucius and Dagon stopped and stared at the usually silent, stoic Barta, and they all burst out laughing, Barta in
