Chapter 18
Mykal stumbled on the rocks, and fell.
“Don’t move,” Eadric said. “Stay perfectly still.”
They had been walking in a line ever since they left the valley and started on a trail through the lowlands of the Rames. To the southwest was the fjord, and to the southeast Cordillera’s castle. They were clearly inside the Osiris boundaries.
Daylight was hours away.
Basin insisted they move through the night, despite the dangerous drop-offs along the mountain trail, to prevent giving away their location. A line of torches, he warned, would look suspicious even to the most incompetent sentry.
Mykal laid flat on his belly, and held his breath. He couldn’t see the nose on the end of his face, it was that dark. Once his father warned him, he heard the danger.
Something hissed.
“It’s a
