Kemoc was well in the van, and sharing his mount was orsya, her hair and pearly skin still water-sleeked.
This is my last message to you: in sorrow seek happiness. Cyr blurted, the voice we hear. But in the meantime the rebels had overrun the eastern end of the county, putting everything they had into an assault aimed at the big arms depot at bute bagin.
Within moments they came to the clearing where the well of souls lay cradled in its bed of soft, deep moss.