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. The fire
displayed his blue eyes burning under the brim of his
helmet. There was nothing he could do against twenty. And
there were the women and boy to protect.
They slipped away as if they were the brigands. The
snow continued until dawn, when the sun split the dense
gray clouds. Their hearts did not lighten with the sky. They
ate cold bread and cheese, and sipped tepid melted snow
from the sergeant's pigskin water-bag.
Sturm spelled Mistress Carin on the reins. He simply kept
them clear of the traces, as the old carthorse was content to
follow the rutted path without guidance. Carin fussed over
Lady Ilys, trying to screen her from the new sun and cold
wind. Sturm knew the woman was exhausted. He wondered
why his mother let her carry on with needless niceties of
castle protocol.
Sturm stayed at the reins until midday, when Soren
halted again for food and a consultation.
"As I recall," he said, chewing on a strip of dried beef,
"the way forks again not far ahead. If we go straight, we'll
end up in the mountains along the coast. Should we bear
south, we'll reach the coast in a day's steady ride."
"Where on the coast?" asked Lady Ilys.
"Near the port of Thel, where ships on the Inland Sea
often call
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