“Come on,” Isabella called to him. “It’s all downhill from here,” and laughed at her own words.
Talisker smiled, turned back take one final look through the Mobilus Pass at his former home, but the V-shaped cut through the mountain had already gone and he was looking at a sheer rock face.
After three days of descending into the crater, Talisker had to admit that climbing down was more arduous on his already over-burdened legs, especially his calves and thighs.
Isabella never stopped moving, scouting ahead and looping back behind her fellow traveller, always on the move. But on the fourth day, when they had spent two days passing through the clouds, walking in shadow and drenched in mist, Isabella turned to Talisker and retrieved a Spinner and dagger from her backpack.
“Today you will n
