Chapter eight
Ice Dragon’s BreathThe Numen turns and addresses Hieronymus, while ignoring Geya, who fumes silently at her side. I always liked young Dai. He has principles, that one. Doesn’t believe in taking advantage of lesser creatures, eh, Hieronymus?
Geya makes an angry noise and the Numen smiles grimly.
Oh, are you still here? That’s right; you asked me a question, didn’t you? What was it again?
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Jacq guided his dappled grey horse, Minerva, along a poplar-lined lane in the broad band of farmland to the west of the Mistmere. Katkin sat behind him on the horse’s back, holding a covered wicker basket filled with food and a jug of wine on her lap. Her contingent of guards followed at a prudent distance behind them. The sun shone brilliantly, but a wall of clouds to the east t
