Galveston had obviously won whatever argument she’d been having with Galeon: her soldiers pushed the Wizards apart and attempted to take Kyosti away.
Kayla wouldn’t let him go. “You’ll take him now? I need him to banish this monster!”
Galveston had obviously won whatever argument she’d been having with Galeon: her soldiers pushed the Wizards apart and attempted to take Kyosti away.
Kayla wouldn’t let him go. “You’ll take him now? I need him to banish this monster!”
When they had decided Kyosti wouldn’t tell them anything even under torture, they tossed him back in his cell at the bottom of the House of Wizards. Kyosti lay still, trying not to aggravate his injuries, as he listened to Kayla curse and rage at him all the way out of the dungeon.
By the time Sanji returned, Kyosti, Anglorae, and John had taken refuge inside a kind farmer’s wagon. They listened to his griping about the sleet ruining his crop until Anglorae, who was peering through the slits in the wagon, called out Sanji’s name. She shook Kyosti’s arm. “She’s back!”
“Who’s with her?” Kyosti asked, his heart squeezing.
“No one,” Anglorae answered, sounding less certain. “She’s alone.”
A storm was rolling in over the Ben Sea when they finally made it to the first bride to Chithoobra. Kyosti’s stomach churned as they came down the narrow track from the north to the broad road coming from the farmlands in the west. The road was crowded with people, horses, and wagons, all looking nervously at the looming clouds. Kyosti’s skin prickled with the growing iciness in the air, the smell of freezing rain and snow. It would be a cold storm.
Lechen often reflected on what it took to be a god.
Not because she wanted to be one, but because Tusu Nasala had so many.
In the end, they passed through the mountains to the other side and stood over the Ben Sea. In the distance, far away, they spied a dark shape that might be Chithoobra.
Anglorae and Kyosti had to wade through chest-high water to reach the fort. The water was so warm they barely shivered, even after climbing back out on the other side. The air was noticeably warmer too. Scrambling around fallen arches and crawling through the sunken battlements, they made their way deeper into the ancient building. Kyosti could hear water dripping all around them, collecting in pools they had to tread through and around.
There was no easy pass through the mountains, and it took all of Kyosti’s and Anglorae’s cold-weather know-how to keep them from freezing in the short days and long nights.
Around halfway through their journey across the mountain, Kyosti found the perfect delaying tactic.
“You’re lost, aren’t you?”
“It’s around here somewhere! I remember a strong smell of fish!”
“Kyosti, we’re by the sea. Everywhere smells like fish.”
Kyosti spent most of the voyage sick belowdecks. He, Anglorae, and Sanji huddled in their blankets for the tumultuous and treacherous trip, green-faced and wretched. John abandoned them almost immediately to run around in the sun and wind, only coming down to bring them water and food.
“What a traitor,” Anglorae griped. “I should have left him in Mardoo.”
“Hot water!” Anglorae yelled, banging down money on the startled innkeeper’s table. “And lots of it!”
It took them almost a month to finish their journey up to Mardoo, which was the nearest big city that could take them across the ocean. Winter chased them all the way there, but finally the wall of night receded and the snows stopped. They entered a gleaming desert that reached scorching temperatures during the day and dropped to freezing in the night.
They eventually left the mountains behind and dropped down into Mel Iorn, a hilly, wet country at the best of times. Now, in the winter, it was frigidly cold and humid. The usually green vegetation was gray and brown, blanketing the ground in an icy, soggy mass. Many of the streams were already frozen over or dried up, but several rivers still rushed down through the hills. On one memorable occasion, the four of them even had to cross a freezing river.
Anglorae groaned. “Berries? Again?”
Kyosti didn’t have to see Sanji to know she looked murderous. “You can starve, if you’d rather,” she pointed out.
They do, in fact, set out the next morning. The Seers are obviously anxious to be rid of them. As Kyosti had predicted, the Seers decided they would head up north into Sorn Iorn first, then catch the first available boat into Mayna or Tenash. It would be a long journey, but shorter than waiting for the long winter to pass.