Chapter Nineteen
What Comes After
Falan led the group to the northern edge of the wood. With a trilling whistle, he summoned six horses and took his leave with a wink and a wave once the companions were mounted.
Iarion was reluctant to turn his back on the Fey Wood. It held so many memories. Even though his need to fulfill his quest pulled at him, it was difficult to leave a place that had made him feel so welcome. He stifled a sigh. That part of his life was over. Iarion knew in his heart he would not return.
Now they rode across the Wild Lands, heading north for the Mountains of Wind and Dwarfwatch. Sinstari loped beside them. Although the lord and lady had not acceded to Lysandir’s request for military aid, the horses they had given were fine beasts. Bred by the elves, they were muc
