Having much time to reflect upon the events of the past half-year, Laicamiril looked once more upon her reflection in the tall mirror that graced the corner of the room she shared with her husband. Arthandron had gone off early to try his hand at falconing with a pair of Cirdan's master-builders. He did love to pick up new things. She was left alone with her thoughts, many of which led down the rocky, slick slope to regrets. Such as it ever was, she thought, reflexively dismissing the notion that her flight from Tol Lochul's confines had been other than the best course.

With a gasp, she pulls herself free of the water. To stand under the falls behind the East Porch, water chilled by autumnal winds, was enough to clear her mind of anything.

My soldier.

Ethel was awake very early the next morning. No doubt she was eager to hear our thoughts on Erbrand’s house. She was also likely wondering what Waelden had made of her letter to him.