Zeb walked quickly toward the bridge to the north. Agony accompanied every step, but he refused to give in to the weakness of his flesh. The pain in his spirit was harder to ignore. He regretted leaving Joan after giving her such hope, but it was too dangerous. He thought of Lamb, and of Joan in Lamb's place, torn by the wolves. Just the image was enough to make him clench his hand on the staff. He was going to walk until the pain made him fall, then he would crawl; when he could no ...