When I emerged from the depths of the Healing-Hall, I found its antechamber clean and empty, with crates stacked and bundles neatly piled upon each shelf. The men from Caer Lunan had retreated back out of the Hall, into the corridor that joined to the Ix-Akad and the Hall of Beasts. There, I found a […]
The front chambers of the Healing-Hall were laid out such that one could access any cure in Raven Lake without needing to go further. I passed through this empty storehouse at a sprint. Beyond, the room was less structured, more cavernous, laid out in the form of a dormitory. There were beds on the […]
“Eris-tae,” Rina said brightly, looking up. “Tollel iv, sit and join us.” The strange sense of calling intensified when Eris stepped onto our section of rush matting, like a dream only half remembered. I struggled to marshal my thoughts for a welcome as she dropped to one knee and then the other, very close to […]
The Kuura-akad was tranquil again. Nash, Sedec, and the other druids of Starfurrow had departed with their rations and reinforcements, off to brave the long journey and the frozen Runing. The milling flock of restless Hunters was gone, replaced by quiet activity among those who remained. Even my arrival with Rina did not incur much […]
The Hall of Whispers was small by the standards of Raven Lake. Its stone ceiling was low, and there were no grand structures herein; only low-slung curbs of wood that demarcated regular spaces throughout the chamber. Here, far from the fires of the Ix-akad, the air was cooler, and rush mats served to cushion not […]
Life as a novice in the Abbey of Saint Isaac had obliged me to conform myself to the rhythm of each day. I was required to be present for morning prayer and vespers, to attend to chores, and to stand vigil through the night when it was asked of me. In the early weeks before […]
The first sign of spring in Caer Lunan had always been flowers. Violets and lilies, spring beauties and wake-robins, all crowded in the hollows and at the feet of trees whose branches were still bare, sprung from the snow as if by the passing of a conjurer’s hand. Sulphurstars were always among them. Hardy, round-faced, […]
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