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Lysandra returned within an hour. She
addressed Ren and Ren alone, and then the
young lord was galloping to Aedion’s side,
where Kyllian and Elgan still rode.
Ren’s face had gone ashen. “There’s no ice
on the Florine. And Morath scouts snuck
ahead and razed the southern bridge.”
“They’re herding us northward,” Elgan
murmured.
Ren nodded. “They’ll be upon us by
tomorrow morning.”
They would not have time to consider
making a run for the northern entrance to
Orynth. And with the Florine mere miles
ahead, too wide and deep to cross, too frigid
to dare swim, and Morath closing in from
behind, they were utterly trapped.