"It was, but not as cold as it was in Viron down on the ground once we got there. You couldn't see much sun, because the airship was sailing down the sun."

"I remember," the Horn beside her said.

"Just the same, I knew when the shade started to go up. I could see it in my mind, and the first light came down like gold dust."

The Horn beside her may have spoken then. Or not. If he did, the walker beside the sea crouching next to him did not hear him. In a moment the sun will be down. The stars will come out, and the wind grow cold. You will go inside and find Sinew, and it will never be the same again. Clasp her to you now. Tell her you love her now, before it is too late.

It was desperately urgent that he speak-desperately urgent that he be heard and understood. He rolled his head from side to side on the soft, crushed stems of the wheat, conscious that no sound issued from his lips.

His eyes opened. He sat up. It had been so real, all of it; but a dream, only a dream, and it was black night still.

He should lie down again, sleep again; in the morning, the men would expect him to lead them against his son's village.

We have been riding downhill all day. Winter is milder here, although it is still wretchedly cold. All of us would like very much to get inside, even the horses and Jahlee's mule-to escape the cold and the wind, if only for an hour.

We met other travelers today, four merchants with their servants and pack animals. We were glad to see them; but they, I believe, were even more glad to see us, because they had quarreled and were eager to air their grievances. I listened as long as I cold bear it and longer, reminding myself of all the foolish quarrels in which I myself have been involved, often as the instigator. It is educational as well as humiliating, to listen to others voicing complaints like our own. They were all thoroughly bad people of the type to which I myself belong-that is to say, bad people who are pleased to think themselves good.