CHAPTER 54

Chaol hand-fed an apple to Farasha, the
beautiful black mare skittish after her
unprecedented flight.
It seemed even Hellas’s horse could be
frightened, though Chaol supposed any wise
person would find dangling hundreds of feet
in the air to be unnerving.
“Someone else could do that for you.”
Leaning against the stable wall of the keep,
Yrene watched him work, monitoring each
deeply limping step. “You should rest.”
Chaol shook his head. “She doesn’t know
what the hell is happening. I’d like to try to