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Chapters (38)
  1. PART ONE: THE PATH FROM OBERNEWTYN
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. PART TWO: THE HIGH ROAD
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. PART THREE: THE PERILOUS DREAMTRAILS
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. EPILOGUE
  36. Characters of the Obernewtyn Chronicles
  37. Question and Answer with ISOBELLE CARMODY
  38. Acknowledgements

‘They’re nowt bairns anymore,’ Ceirwan said reflectively when the pair had been dismissed and we were crossing Obernewtyn to visit the Healing Hall.

‘It seems but a moment ago that we were children,’ I said.

The guilden frowned. ‘Ye sound a wee bit hoarse, Guildmistress.’

‘It was getting wet yesterday. It is nothing to be concerned about,’ I said dismissively. ‘I had a herb drink in my chamber just now.’

‘Like as nowt Roland’ll tell ye to gan to bed,’ Ceirwan predicted.

‘I might not need too much telling,’ I admitted, which caused the guilden to give me such a sharply speculative look that I wished I had kept quiet. But when he spoke again it was only to remind me that I would need to go and be fitted for the expedition at some point.

‘I have a new coat and boots already,’ I said. ‘Maryon presented me with them when I last visited her. In fact I wore them yesterday to ride down to see Iriny. Naturally they fit beautifully and were completely waterproof, though I doubt I will have much use for either aboard a ship or in the Red Land.’

‘Maryon must have seen somethin’ that made her give ye heavy clothes,’ Ceirwan said lightly, and I reflected that my successor was likely to have a good deal less difficulty in dealing with the Futuretellers than I had. He went on. ‘Did she ever say what you an’ Dragon were doin’ in th’ Red Land when she saw ye?’

I shrugged. ‘I didn’t think to ask that, but I will.’

‘What about Iriny?’ Ceirwan asked. There was curiosity in his voice, for I had not explained to him why I had wanted to see her.

‘I think she might be interested in the chieftain of Halfmoon Bay, but I forgot to tell her that he will be here for the moon fair. Fortunately she will remain in the highlands and her brother will be up any time so I will make a point of mentioning to him that she is camped in the White Valley.’

Ceirwan stopped suddenly and turned to face me. ‘Here, you have just reminded me! One of the jacks that just came mentioned ridin’ past a large troupe of Twentyfamilies gypsies headed up to th’ White Valley.’

‘They are to hold a ceremony there,’ I said. ‘That is why Darius came up.’