Mykal never saw the openings to the mines. They must have been more to the east. It didn’t matter. Having seen the people who worked them, he wasn’t interested anymore. In fact, except for getting the horses back, he didn’t care if he ever saw this village again.
Once they reached the edge of town, they went west and followed a road with tall grass and weeds on either side. The mountains were to the right. His neck hurt straining to see the top. It was an impossible feat. The peaks were in the clouds. The snowy caps made it that much more difficult to differentiate.
The temperature had dropped even more. The chill would only increase as night fell.
The six of them walked on in silence. Only Quill appeared in any kind of hurry. Galatia and Blodwyn walked side-by-side, and ahead of them Q
