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At last we were moving to find Lady Danel and Parnard. Since the start, Lord Estarfin had believed Captain Culufinnel had them hidden away somewhere, and had focused on him. It had never seemed the most likely of options to me, and now I had found evidence that Parnard had travelled close to the river...his new cloak caught on some rocks.
Captain Culufinnel was away, seeking his horse and to travel up-river. Lord Estarfin had never dismounted.
The roads were not muddy, to Parnard's relief, as he would not have his new cloak or armour splashed, and many brilliant lamps cast a silver glow upon the elves as they traveled to the market town of Celondim.
We urged the horses forward at a walk. The fog was cloying, as if seeking to stifle our breath. A thick cloak of dread thrown over us. I noted that Gilastor trod warily. He was most unhappy. Pelorian had been in similar places before, but she was shaking her head and huffing in frustration.
'He drew me closer, and we danced as if it was for the first time. The music of the Prince’s Ball in Thargelion was in our minds and steps, that we moved as one. And I thought how much more I enjoyed the dance than smiting the dummies earlier. I was happy, and he knew it.
Ceuro struggles with Estarfin's inactivity regarding the sudden news. He understands Estarfin's thoughts concerning how duplicitous Culufinnel can be, but having seen the site near Duillond, and the man's body, having seen the state of Pelorian and Swanfoot, he cannot help but be concerned for Danel and Parnard. He is glad that at least, Yrill is trying to comfort the weeping Marawendi.