10. ArchaeonFer drew deep breaths as she stood in the shadows of Islagray Wycka. Pain stabbed in her chest, as if she had run across the hills rather than walked from the infirmary.
She sat on the stone ground, feeling the resonance of the song through her whole body, letting it fill her. The aches in her muscles were duller today. Already her body healed itself from the effort and pain of her ordeal on the banks of the An.
She tried, once again, to recall what had happened there, how she had destroyed the winged undain. Whether she had seen the rider. But her memories remained closed. She recalled walking the coast road with Merdoc, then the sudden sense of wrongness looming over the waters of the An, coming fast at her. Then she remembered nothing until she woke at Islagray, except for
