The brightest, yes, thought Hevne, but the one that stands alone, the shining light, the star that leads millions across the sky. One. Alone.
They passed the few rocks that marked the now drowned island of Silkarra; the Bronze Isles were but an hour away.
Sea water sprayed her face again. Again, she did not wipe it. At least it hides the tears, she thought.
Stars at the horizon faded, presaging dawn. The eye of the Gods glared brightly down as she stared into the darkness seeking a vision of her father. None was gifted her.