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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The Redemption of Erâth: Book Three, Chapter One

Chapter One: Return to Erârün

 

The return to Erârün was long, and quiet. Without the knowledge of the Hochträe’s tongue, Elven was largely left in silence, and in silence he preferred to stay. He seemed not to have Brandyé’s gift for communication, and found himself mystified by the lyrical and thoroughly incomprehensible language the folk around him kept to themselves. Every so often one of them would attempt to speak to him in his own tongue, but by necessity his answers were always short and succinct, and they would eventually leave him be.

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