IT WAS COLD IN THE GULLY BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD. THERE was a thin, sheltering line of birch trees between them and the gates of the Nievolee, but even so the wind was a knife whe picked up.
There had been snow last night, a rare thing this far north, even in midwinter. It had made for a white, chilled sed night of riding from Ferraut towhey had started, but Alessan had refused to slow their pace. He had said increasingly little as the night wore on, and Baerd said little at the best of times.
Devin had swallowed his questions and trated on keeping up.
They had crossed the Astibar border in darkness and arrived at the Nievolene lands just after dawn.
The horses were tethered in a grove about a half mile to the southwest, and the three men had made their way to this gully on foot. Devin dozed off at intervals through the m. The snow made the landscape strange and crisp and lovely when the sun was out, but around mid-afternoon the grey clouds had gathered……（内容加载失败！）
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