Chapter 5
The Rush
Evra rode in the center of the pack of crimson and silver. Rush Riders flanked him on all sides, their longbows stretching from above their heads to a soft sweep just above the ground. He’d always been fascinated with the bond Riders shared with their horses, but that interest had boiled away to anger. They were no longer the mythical horse-lord bowmen of his childhood, but his gaolers. No longer the heroes, but the villains.
They’d traveled up through the south, first passing through Whitewood and then Windwatch Grove. Landmarks of his youth, when Aeldred would take both his sons on progress through the Reach. The ruddier colors of the southern stretch of his homeland faded, replaced by the lush verdancy of his home. Longwood Rush had the best of both worlds, dotted
