On the morning of Samhain, Thomas and Celyn awoke shivering under a grey sky, a chilly wind whipping among the trees. Overnight, fall had departed and winter had arrived.
They ate a quick breakfast of hard bread and cheese. But Thomas found it hard to eat. Nervous anticipation only allowed him to take a few bites. He would face the Crossing tonight, and he wasn’t sure he was ready.
Missy and Arawn were eager to get moving as well, their breath escaping in great clouds as they snorted and pranced.
“Easy, Arawn,” Celyn said, patting the stallion’s neck as he settled in the saddle. They touched their heels to the horses’ flanks and set off, the icy wind at their backs. A sleety rain pummelled them for an hour, but even when it cleared off, the clouds remained, giving a gloomy cast to the
