Chapter Thirty-FiveTorn
Golaron could see his breath. It would be winter soon. Would they see any snow before returning south? Years ago, there had been a winter so cold, it had snowed in Belierumar. Golaron remembered making snowballs and having mock battles with Linwyn.
Silvaranwyn had probably never even seen snow before. He tried to imagine the look of delight that would cross her face as she saw it for the first time, and smiled.
He and Silvaranwyn had followed the trail of Linwyn’s captors for three days. After the Pass of Stars, they were careful to look for any signs his sister had escaped, but it seemed the men had learned their lesson and kept Linwyn under closer guard. He and Silvaranwyn had followed the trail along the Great North Road, heading west, then north toward Nal Nu
