Chapter XIV: UNKNOWN WORLDS APARTCould such a short time bring so much misery?
How then, thought Belamay, did the birds dare sing?
Donning her favorite riding habit, leather and linen with a touch of lace, worn so often it felt like a second skin, Belamay needed the rush of speed to speed time; needed the challenge of forming one being with a charging animal to relieve her of tension. Witon departed but three days ago and yet his absence stabbed like a wound she could not heal, a hole she could not fill.
They should arrive today; today is the day. The mantra refused to leave her mind. It blotted out other thoughts as the storm clouds gathering in the sky did the sun, which her preoccupied mind failed to see.
“Not too long a ride, m'lady,” the young Josem dared to advise, as his cupped
