The Last Light (The Wandering Inn, #5)

by Pirateaba

Thump. I feel it, and scraping dirt. It’s coming in the direction the riders and Durene left. A sensation, far away. Miles away, in fact. I’d bet anything it was exactly four miles. “One.” I can feel it being hammered into the ground in the distance. It’s like a beacon in my mind. Prost looks at me. “What’s that sire?” “One, Prost. Wait for it.” It’s…twenty minutes or more before I feel the thump again. Can you travel four miles in twenty minutes? You can if you’re running with a horse. And Durene—I’ll bet she can run pretty damn fast too. “Two.” Prost looks at me, silent. But he’s catching on. It’s about the same time when I feel it again. Three points now, each one in the distance. One to my east, another southeast, another almost directly south… “Three.” Forming a circle. It goes on. Now one to my west. It takes a while. But then— “Four.” North, now. Prost is waiting and so am I. My heart is pounding. North—north west. “Five.” Two left to go. I wait. The next thump makes my body shake. I feel Prost steady me. The earth shifts. I feel it— “Si—” I stagger. I’m not aware of Prost catching me, shouting for Wiskeria. I only know it’s happened. Six. That was the magic number. I feel it. A huge area of land, marked by six points, opens up in my head. Suddenly, I can see the entire world encompassed in that space. That’s right. The markers. The pieces of wood Jelov worked so hard on. They’re in the ground now, and they demarcate a rough hexagon, slanted oddly near the north sid...