On the following day, we began a two-week-long march into the depths of Brithlite Kingdom. Spirits were high, and the soldiers moved quickly, far faster than we had in the rough, unscouted terrain of Blue Canyon. Occasionally, our column passed larger towns and villages, but Bethiv ordered the soldiers clear. I was grateful for the decision, as we would bring nothing but trouble to the innocent inhabitants of this land.
Travel was easy for me, as Elinore refused to allow me to do anything but ride on Fable's back. It was soft and comfortable, and more than once I drifted off mid-march. The frequent rest was probably good for me, all things considered, as I pushed myself as hard as the healer let me whenever we stopped for the night.
