CHAPTER 6

The winter winds off the rough waves had
chilled Chaol Westfall from the moment he’d
emerged from his quarters belowdecks. Even
with his thick blue cloak, the damp cold
seeped into his bones, and now, as he scanned
the water, it seemed the heavy cloud cover
wasn’t likely to break anytime soon. Winter
was creeping over the continent, as surely as
Morath’s legions.
The brisk dawn had revealed nothing, only
the roiling seas and the stoic sailors and
soldiers who had kept this ship traveling
swiftly northward. Behind them, flanking