"Come on," Bradan took hold of Melcorka"s sleeve, "run, for the sake of your immortal soul, run!"
"I don"t understand why." Melcorka stumbled after Bradan. "We are in no danger here. Ceridwen was friendly…"
"The People of Peace are never friendly, Melcorka. They deceive and tell you what you want to hear. Run, girl, run!"
The deer no longer grazed on verdant grass, and the soothing mist had altered to hard-driving rain that stung Melcorka"s skin and dripped from her hair. Bradan dragged her through wind-stunted trees and onto a slope of rough heather scarred with burn channels and scattered with lichen-stained boulders of a hundred different shapes and sizes.
"Keep going," Bradan said. "I don"t know the boundaries of Elfhame, but I do know that the further away from that creature we ar
