duncadda

‘How am I doing, Eda?’ I thought, as we entered the small home where she, Waelden and Ethel had lived. ‘I know, I have not done so well of late, but once I am hale again there will be more of a difference. You will see.’

Has there ever been a night as such? I'm in a small grove of leafless trees, with cold hard frost on the ground beneath me and under an untold number of delightful glittering stars, raining their light upon the mark and all creatures wandering in the dark.

We rode on, Duncadda taking point, with Waelden and I flanking Ethel. Herne trotted along behind Ethel’s mount, Roan. We were then followed by wise old Eldhors, who strode on with the clackerty wagon, needing little guidance. A crow sat on the otherwise empty driver’s seat, calling the occasional ‘Hrost’ to the world, and acting like he was boss. He was not. But he was a brave bird.