Chapter ElevenThe great seas stretched ahead, limitless, pulling them onward as Melcorka followed the map she had in her head. She remembered that there was a small outlet from the last of the inland seas; a small river that led to one infinitely greater.
'Bradan,' she pointed to a break in the coast, 'that is where we must go.'
They looked at it together.
'It's not very impressive,' Bradan said. 'It could be any river in Scotland.'
'Do you trust me?' Melcorka asked.
'I do trust you,' Bradan replied immediately.
'Then follow,' Melcorka said.
Neither of them mentioned Erik, yet the smiling Norseman was in the forefront of Melcorka's thoughts as she steered for the small opening where twin trees marked the river-road south. She pointed to the carved falcon on both trees.
'You are rig
