CHAPTER THIRTY-FOURForlornn
Two more nights in snow caves and three more days of walking took us to within sight of Forlornn’s stronghold. The call of the sword grew weaker instead of more insistent, heightening my sense of alarm. I agonised over our direction and forced Sorrel to stop many times to check the path-delineator. We followed the dial north, keeping our gaze locked on the first of the visible turrets. Sorrel reassured me as we twisted and turned, his marker on the sword’s dial remained true, though the needle had long since gone back to sleep.
There seemed no point in subterfuge. The white landscape offered no chance to hide ourselves and observe the city before venturing onto the dirty downhill snow path. Despite the threatening grey skies overhead, only a dusting of snow fe
