The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Four

Chapter Four: A Greener Kingdom

 

By the following morning, the rain had abated only a little, and Elven was thoroughly as wet and miserable as he had ever been. No one had spoken much since Tharom’s song of the previous evening, and it was in grim silence they set out in the gray dawn, Elỳn leading the way. Farathé’s party would have advanced some miles since the day before, it was assumed, and so they followed the stream from the village as it meandered south and west: it would cross Farathé’s path eventually, Elỳn said. It was not easy going, for there was no road, and the stream had grown wide and spilled over its own banks, creating great marshes and swamps from the grasslands.

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The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Three

Chapter Three: The West Road

 

The greatlord, it seemed, had set up camp in the outskirts of the town, and though he rode on horseback with his men he did not travel without comfort. A great tent had been erected, fit to house a battalion of soldiers, and within it was laid out what seemed almost to be a palace in miniature, resplendent in golds and reds, with a grand table in the center for dining. The many carriages it took to carry all of this were arranged in a crescent around the tent, with the opening facing the north.

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The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter Two

Chapter Two: Rumor

 

Elven trekked alone for many days, and the solitude was often unbearable. After nearly a week, there came a place where the lake began to draw into a current, and Elven realized it was emptying itself into river almost a quarter of a mile wide. Fortunately, the river’s course seemed to continue in the general southerly direction that he had been following all along, and so he was spared the trouble of fording the fast and deep waters.

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