Hoping he and his son might somehow survive the night, Alfred closed his eyes. He hardly knew the town walking up from the ferry. As far as Tristan could see, the Borderlands were buried in deep, white snow. Stomping to the target, with a great heave he yanked the axe free from the tree trunk.
As the riders left the forlorn campsite, the Sippora started running again, the birds sang, and thewind was reborn. Given how fast the ships were traveling while so heavily burdened,Tyranny could only guess at their speed after some provisions had been consumed, and thevessels became lighter. But they soonlearned that the stone was not meant for one of them. If you and I have not returned by dawn, those remaining behind will fly back tothe fleet.
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