Together they descended the steep slope of Sentinel Mount. Below them, the white stone walls of the Gardens of Remembrance and beyond, the houses of the harbour town, white and gleaming like bone in the sunlight. Beyond that, the harbour, and fighting vessels, unadorned with sail or weapon. On the comatose sea they seemed asleep.
Above them all, Hevne looked down, watching Jibrith and Triu become smaller and smaller in the great portrait of sky and bay. Unseen, Fear lay in wait over a shimmering, trembling horizon.
All lives are small, she thought. But we do what little we can.