“Goodnight boys.” Came the satisfied voice of Yerdu. She had hit the nail on the head. While Malcolm contemplated the stars from a distance as he watched over the camp, three very silent and very red-faced wizards warmed the night with their embarrassed reticence.
The next morning dawned to reveal thick banks of fog blanketing the landscape. Fog in Ciaharr was as hesitant to lift as they themselves were to get up, but the fog lingered, where they were forced to be up and about. Keldron looked about him as he watched his friends rise slowly. He had taken over from Malcolm on watch, for he knew all too well what a lack of sleep could do to a man. He himself had missed many nights sleep in his contemplation of the Night of Spears but he maintained that it had given him wisdom, though Joleen
