Koorgan pushed his mount hard. Dirt, gravel, and grass flew behind Genisus’s hooves as the battle steed tore down the road. Behind him, a half dozen massive beasts shook the ground with pounding hooves as they raced down the leaf-strewn road. The birds who had gathered to feed on the lush berry-covered bushes flew up into the tall trees, startled.
Two hours later, Koorgan reined in his mount as he neared the old well. Sliding off before the beast stopped completely, he held onto the reins as he desperately scanned the area. Then, wrapping the reins around the horn of his saddle, he reached into the leather bag he had hooked onto it.
The last image from the mirror had shown Ruth being carried in a woven basket. He hadn’t been able to see who was carrying her. The mirror had only shown him
