The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Dotterys


Brandyé and Elỳn did not stop until they had passed the wall of Vira Weitor, crossed the river, and were far into the hills beyond. Only then, with night approaching, did they dismount, allowing their steed rest, while Brandyé tended to Elỳn’s wound. He was surprised to find that, when he removed the cloth, it bled little, and seemed already less deep than it had only hours before. He bandaged it again, this time with cleaner cloth from Elỳn’s own cloak, and then they sat back to pass the night. It would imprudent to light a fire, she said, so close to Vira Weitor, and so he sat in the dismal blackness, Elỳn’s faint glow his only source of light through the night.

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The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Lord’s Fall


Elỳn ushered Brandyé and the Hochträe into the inner courtyard, much to the guards’s displeasure, and the door was locked behind them. She led them to a dining hall under the great towers, and hot meat and fresh bread were brought to them swiftly. The Hochträe dug in with gusto, but Brandyé was too stunned to consider eating. What Elỳn had said—could it possibly be true?

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The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-One: A Retracing of Steps


It was bitterly cold when Brandyé awoke. All around him was white, and he could make little sense of what his eyes saw, or his fingers felt. A deep wind was blustering in his face, and he turned so that his back would shelter his front. Snow blew past him in great flurries, and he felt his feet rapidly grow numb.

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