Chapter Twenty
Chance Meetings
The Forsworn One was a dark blight in the clear blue sky. The horses bucked and reared. Linwyn was the first to dismount, having learned from her experience on the battlefield at Belierumar. The others followed her lead, taking hold of their horses’ bridles and speaking calming words. The Forsworn One seemed to be looking for something. To see such a dark creature aloft by day was a dangerous sign. It circled overhead, searching. They had not caught its attention.
Yet.
Silvaranwyn passed her reins to Iarion. She had already managed to calm her horse. The Linadain stood apart from the others and tilted her face upward, closing her eyes. No one dared ask what she was doing. They were all too busy with their own mounts. A frown of concentration creased Silva
