Chapter nineteen
At the Eye of ImladielTo hurtle on through the clean crisp air of Kregen! To stand in the prow of the voller and feel the wind in your hair and all the urgent vibrancy beneath your feet urging you on! Yes, to have flown headlong through the sweet air of Kregen is to have tasted life, my friends!
Below us the mountains whirled past, their peaks rising ahead of us, wreathed in snow, cloud mantled, superb. Mergondon knew the way through those granite masses, and we skimmed low over high passes where wild animals, shaggy and pelted, tossed their horns at us in defiance.
On through thin air we rushed. And yet on this journey I did not chase frantically onward to rescue a loved one, to snatch a sacrifice from evil priests of a vile cult or to plunge at once into scarlet actio
