Re: Part 70a - Roman
"Then 'twould seem that we have an accord, my friend." Baerin says with a laugh, "Shall we away, afore the forces of Hell fall upon us?"
The two men, one with a destination in mind, the other more concerned with his point of departure, ride on through the deepening gloom. For the most part, their journey is accompanied mainly by the sound of hoof-beats, the jingling of harnesses, and the sound of distant surf.
Moon rise silvers the ocean and casts a little more light on their way, and it quickly becomes apparent that they have strayed off the track in the darkness, or perhaps it has simply ended somewhere in the long miles since their meeting. Now they ride across open moorland, dotted with stunted trees, and otherwise featureless apart from low rolling hills. Looking back reveals Kolvir and its brothers as nothing more than a shadow against the starlit sky, low on the horizon in the north-east.
On they ride, eventually reaching a path which runs across their path. To the left it leads to the sea, where dark shapes can be seen on a hill overlooking the shore, and faint lights. "Fishing village, maybe." speculates Baerin.
To the right, the path crosses the moor, eventually disappearing from sight. A strip of dark shadow suggests woodland in the distance in that direction.
Directly ahead, beyond the path, the land drops sharply, and becomes cut by countless gleaming silvery channels. A marsh, and an extensive one, by the look of it.
"Which way?"