Chapter 18Later, with sunset coming on and lights aglow out in King’s Gate, Lorre slipped out the Great Hall’s side door and made his way down the slope of the hill. The sky flared rose and lemon and garnet above deep indigo mountain peaks, and the grass and earth lay quiescent under his feet.
He followed the time-worn path down to the lovingly tended stone house of the small Goddess-chapel, where he gave the door enough space for mutual wary respect, and went around the back, still barefoot, still bundled up in Gareth’s oversized Northern plaid.
He found the gravestones, and the memorial garden, also small and tidy but dotted with shade-giving trees and planted with mountain flowers, feathery white and blue and lavender blossoms that belonged here, native to their home. The kings and qu
