Chapter 130

IT WASN'T merely pain. It was consciousness, awareness, and it was driving into Dallin with an insistence that would not be denied for much longer. The land, the Mother--one and the same--trying to tell him something, and he'd damned well better stop to listen, and soon.

Corliss was riding beside him, the horses down to a walk. It was still dark, and the rocky path they were riding was steeper than most of the others that led to Faedme. More of a footpath than a horse trail, and even if Calder hadn't taken this particular corridor--though Dallin knew he had, and the signs had borne it out thus far--they'd at least catch Calder up when they got there, or beat him to it.