Category Archives: The Redemption of Erâth

Posts about Satis’ ongoing epic fantasy saga.

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

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Coming of Danâr

 

Talya had the guards unbolt the cell door, and Brandyé found himself being led through a labyrinth of passageways and corridors, past dungeons and kitchens, and always up stairs and steps. Soon he and Talya were passing through a great room—a sort of dining hall, by its appearance—in the center of which rose high the monumental trunk of the Life Tree. Then they were onward, past the great tree and once more among corridors, though lined in wood now, rather than stone.

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

Chapter Twenty-Four: Old Friends

 

As he had hoped, the Dotterys invited Brandyé to pass the winter with them, for the cold weather was soon upon them and he would not have traveled through the Trestaé in the snow by choice. As the frost and snow came down, he helped seal the home against the cold (a yearly task, according to Timothaï), and with the fire roaring in the hearth even the outside gloom did not affect Brandyé’s mood, for it was always warm and comfortable. The Dotterys had built a shelter beside the home to keep dry their firewood, and having stocked it well through the summer it was an easy job to keep the fire and stove burning through the day and night.

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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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