Niamh, her falcon, and company rode through the broken palace gates and onto the paths leading to her old home, Tigherneach Keep.

“My Queen,” Ithril rode on her right. “We feel your need to get there as soon as possible, but the horses can’t keep this pace for the whole journey.”

Niamh blushed and slowed her mount. She turned to see the long line of riders and wagons behind her. The sight gave her strength. They were making good time.

They traveled steadily and ...