Location:Ferrow Crossing, The Last Kingdom; and Kaelport
Date/Time:17 Blazepeak 9943 AZI, Grindday
Realm:Lower Realm
Seventy-two days out of Dalgate, and he had become heavy.
That was the only word Cangwei had for it, and she disliked it, because it was not a word for a direction, and she had spent three months training herself to treat him as a direction and nothing else. West. A long way south of west. Twice a day, morning and last thing, on a schedule, because a thing you check on a schedule cannot become a thing you check compulsively.
The schedule had held. The word had not.
At Dalgate he had been a whisper at the far end of a corridor — a bearing, and the knowledge that the bearing was a person, and nothing else in it at all. Somewhere on the long road through the middle kingdom that had begun to change, and she had noted it and filed it and declined to be pleased about it, and had gone on walking.
