EIGHT
“They are through the mountains!” Pielere cried out, taken off guard by the flood of excitement, relief, and joy he felt coming from the survivors of Tynerock and Everend. “Sorry,” he apologized for his outburst. He couldn’t get the smile off his face.
“Don’t be,” Mirerien assured him. “I feel it, too.”
“They are very happy,” Eirae agreed.
“You, too?” Pielere asked.
“Not as strongly as you, if that goofy grin of yours is any indication. But yes, I do feel it, too. We should get everyone ready to move.”
They opted to stay at the wall while they waited. Not knowing when the refugees would arrive, they had not wanted to waste supplies on a prolonged camp out at the foot of the mountains. Also, should the Cullers arrive first, they did not want to be caught by surprise, stranded aw
