FIVE DAYS LATER, ON THE EVE OF THE EMBER DAYS OF SPRING, they came to Castle Borso.
All that last afternoon as they moved south Devin had been watg the mountains. Any child raised iery lowlands of Asoli could not help but be awed by the t southland rahe Braccio here iando, the Parravi east towards Tregea and, though hed never seehe rumor of the snow-clad Sfaroni, highest of all, over west where Tigana once had been.
It was late in the day. Far to the north on that same afternoon Isolla of Ygrath lay dead and dismembered under a bloody sheet in the Audience Chamber of the pala Chiara.
The suing behind a thrust spur of the mountains dyed the peaks tundy and red and a somber purple hue. On the very highest summits the snow still shone and dazzled in the last of the light.
Devin could just make out the line of the Braccio Pass as it came down: one of the three fabled passes that had linked—in some seasons, and never easily—the Peninsula of the Palm with Q……（内容加载失败！）
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