Awakened from the torment of her nightmares, she arose and tended the horses. The strangling anxiety did not leave her. She must risk her precarious freedom, and flee again through the coming night. The evening star shone overhead, as it had throughout happier hours in childhood when she had tagged after Dedorth to his tower. Now, the same memory wracked her with chills. For her enemies would assuredly use the old scholar’s seeing glass to scan the slopes of the mountains and seek her…