The castle at Akkod occupied a low hill, a series of squat stone towers that flowed down a gentle slope and spilled out into attractive low-walled gardens. Creepers festooned the walls. In the humid late afternoon, it looked cool and comfortable to Irenya, a place where she could bathe, wash her hair, and sleep in a bed, a place where she could attend to the torn threads of her heart and mind. A horn-blast cut the still air and a stream of humanity emerged through an arched gateway. A reception party was on its way.
Gedric rearranged his men into an honour guard and Aldine was moved into position immediately behind Elaaron. She draped a thick veil over her head and face. Irenya rode with Leachim near the rear of the party. The lively welcome lifted Irenya’s spirits and eased her exhaustio
