One does not ride a Great Wing in the cold of winter for long. No amount of wrapping oneself in a heavy cloak or furs will deny the frigid air from seeping into your bones and joints and making you numb and lethargic in the process. In a world filled with enemies one cannot afford to become lethargic.
To our right rose the towering magnificence of the shield wall. The gray light of the early morning played across the rugged facing of the wall, making one think of an impregnable fortress. For generations it had been just that. An impregnable fortress. Yet I wondered. Was it one today? Had it ever faced the combined might of the Hartooth and their allies on such a grand scale? Would the High Kanris be assaulted, its inhabitants put to the sword, as Dragon prophecy foretold? Was it my destin
