Chapter 108
Sáeril knelt by a creek to drink. When he stood up there was a white sand road under his feet. He knew that road, he had followed it in the past and maybe also in the future. He didn’t wish to take it now and was about to step out of it when he saw someone coming in his direction.
‘Líran. What are you doing here?’
‘I’m looking for a certain dragon.’
‘In that case, we are going in the same direction.’ He offered her his hand.
Líran took hold of the black leather glove and hoisted herself out of the road. When she turned around, it was gone, together with any hint of the Hidden Lake. She wasn’t in the same place where she had first found the road, but her purple hat, hand made in Sejo Tíen, was hanging on a tree branch, waiting for her.