Chapter FourFyna stood at the window gazing out at the river.
As soon as she could get away from The Castle and her father, she had gone to the river.
It was the one place that could console her.
As she watched it flowing past and surging over the stones, she felt that she had stepped into a dream.
It could not be true that she had to marry a man whom she had never seen and who had never seen her.
She had, however, understood why her father had suggested it so positively.
She knew exactly what it would mean to both Clans if they were united.
At the same time she was to be the sacrifice and her whole being rebelled against it.
‘How,’ she asked herself, ‘can I possibly contemplate marrying a man of whom I know nothing and who knows nothing about me?’
Then she admitted that was not e
