Chapter Thirty-FourDiplomacy
Three days had passed since Iarion had sent his gull messenger. On the first day, he, Barlo, and Sinstari had climbed down the bluffs that led to the beach and set up camp to wait for the answer Iarion sought.
He refused to tell Barlo what he was up to. He did not want to raise his friend’s hopes only to have them dashed. They had seen no one since the battle with Hidar’s tribe. They could only hope the others were safe.
Iarion felt a surge of guilt at leaving them behind and pushed it away. He was giving them a chance to survive. He looked out at the endless expanse of ocean. Would he ever see any of them again?
Such thoughts were forced from his mind when he saw sails on the horizon. Relief washed over him. His message had been answered.
“Pack your thing
