Hevne raised her eyes and looked far out to sea. She saw no sign of fear. Nor of death.
But that's where they waited.
Rumours of death preceded rumours of battle and fear, such was the brutality of the attack and the swiftness of the victory on Silkarra. Such was the wading in bloodshed and tears.
With the darkening of Hevne's face, Jibrith knew all argument would prove futile. He held Triu's wrist and led him down the steep slope of Sentinel Mount.
"Would that I could go with Hevne," Jibrith said plaintively, "but I would be merely a distraction."