8
Up The Hill
At least the weather was better.
The wind had died down to a gentle breeze with occasional brisk gusts and the overcast had broken up. The moon was clearly visible in the eastern sky, a shining crescent a thumb’s breadth above the mountains that would be its home for the day, and dawn was beginning to break, pink and lovely, in the west, illuminating only a few high altitude clouds in the sky overhead.
“Going to be a nice day,” Raedrick said.
“About time. I thought that blow would never end.” Julian squinted up at the rapidly brightening sky and grinned. “Maybe this trip won’t be so bad after all.”
Raedrick hoped he was right.
They picked up Sebastini at the Healers Circle, then hurried over to Povol’s place of business.
The mountaineer had a fair-sized house in the n
