Chapter 7
Faced with the prospect of Alahanai’s vastness on foot was awful. Solna was astonished by the sheer size of the place from the ground, without a horse to move him faster. A sick husband in tow made the trek that much worse. Vius kept pace admirably, by some miracle. First day, they made good time.
Night forced them to stop before Solna was comfortable. A cold supper and short sleep curled around each other like hound puppies could not be enough for Vius, but he was adamant that he continue. Solna kept his worry to himself.
The second day dragged for an eon, his worry a weight to add to what Solna already carried. Vius was groggy and disoriented from the start and declined over the day. When Vius’ legs gave out two hours before daylight faded, Solna lifted him back into his arm
