TKC 57
It is raining by morning. After a sleepless night spent
talking to Damin, I am no mood for walking, but walk I must.
Damin takes the horse and leaves without further word. The others
reluctantly take off after him, on foot. He soon outstrips them. Even at this
distance I feel his anger
I follow Hanna off the road. She says not a word. Everyone heard
us arguing in the night.
Two hours later the road has vanished to all view and Hanna
turns sharply west. “Our outposts are secrets we guard with our lives, for we
rely on our horses as much as we do each other,” she says as she strides onward
tirelessly. She is older, but she is certainly in better form than I am. “This
one lies in a cutaway. It’s close now.”
Thank the stars. “Will they listen to you and allow me a
mount?”
She nods and strides on.
Twenty minutes later we step around a jumble of giant
boulders, and there we discover a stone dwelling, stables, massive trees and a
small lake. It is well hidden, and so peaceful I wish to stay there forever. Smoke
meanders, but dissipates before it rises above the outcrop. No one from the
road would see the smoke. Horses snuffle and birds sing.
Hanna smiles at me. “I like it here, too.”
I follow her into the building. Inside is dim, but warm. Merely
being under a roof again away from the rain is a gift.
A man rises from a table. “Hanna!”
“Joseph!” They embrace, laughing. “What brings you west?”
Hanna asks.
He glances at me. His smile vanishes and he bows low. “My
lady.” Swallowing, he straightens. “You are the reason I am here.” He glances
at Hanna. “Remember the Arc map? I found it.”
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