Tyr made out the activity at the gate as they passed into the street. He nudged Azhur and pointed, but the priest only shrugged. Soon the sound of horses reached him from below the wall. Tyr thought they broke into a gallop just as they passed out of earshot. It was too much. The boy stood up in his seat and twisted around. Beyond the wall, night was complete. There were lights below at the gate and on the bridge, but further along the East Road, three beacons hung in the black, two in the valley and a higher one on the slopes of the Mardhoran. The hills directly behind Mardokhal that rose to the Long Water were just visible, a rough black outline. There should be no light behind them, but it was there. A dull red glow, still faint, that rose from some point on the Plain.
Iethen tugged on
