Location:The Gate — the cut, under the first scoured stripe; and a dream
Date/Time:Night of 24 → 25 Frostforge 9943 AZI, Restday into Kindleday
Realm:Lower Realm
The stone under Jayde's cheek was humming, very low, so low that at first she took it for her own blood in her ear against the rock.
Jayde had lain down on it because she would not go further from the mouth than this. Behind her the slot went up forty paces in the dark to the narrows, with its two pale stripes scoured down the walls where the lances had gone; in front of her, at the mouth, Canirr stood across the gap with her back to the yard and her face to the dark going up, the lamplight from the yard behind her laying her shadow up the cut over Jayde's boots. Out in the yard somebody coughed, and somebody else told him to be quiet. The three held men sat against the hall's south gable under a corps blanket each. Morrin Hoskin, and Jory Mabry, and Neve Calloway lay in a row on the clay under their coats.
