Chapter 25Jeorg rode steadily along the winding stone road that led down the valley. Already almost completely overgrown it would soon peter out into little more than a cart track before disappearing completely. Beyond that, all would be strange though Jeorg knew from what Gryss had described to him that, after a while, the mountains would gradually become less steep and turn eventually into rolling, grassy hills.
‘Look back at the mountains,’ Gryss had said, in passing. ‘We live in the middle of a sight of rare splendour.’
But splendid sights were far from Jeorg’s mind. He was nervous and at times regretting his impulsive volunteering for this journey.
Still, he reassured himself when his chest began to tighten with alarm, it had to be done. And it might be the only chance they would h
