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."I understand, my Mother," Robyn said softly.The coals had sunk to mere shadowy remnants of their previous warmth.But as the queen returned to her bedrolls and wrapped her blanket against the chill, the warmth of the fire glowed with the warmth of her spirit and her mind.* * * * *Talloth cantered easily up the gentle forest trail, and Brigit felt the full joy of a Synnorian sunrise fill her body and her spirit.The morning had dawned clear, and the sun was no more than two handspans over the eastern horizon.These hours, when the mist still lingered among the trees and the flowers glistened with fresh dew, were the captain's favorite time to ride.Llewyrr gardeners who had begun to work their fields waved as the silver knight on her white mare rode past.She came to the trout farm and turned Talloth from the trail, riding among the clear pools that dotted this large glade in the forest.Several Llewyrr, breeders and netmen, looked up from their tasks.They were opening a sluicegate to fill a newly excavated pool.Brigit observed the brilliant fish darting back and forth in their clear pools.One pond held trout of purest golden color, each more than a foot long; another contained even larger fish, striped with the full spectrum of a rainbow.The fish would be introduced into the streams and lakes, ensuring that they remained a viable food source and a beautiful part of the natural scenery of Synnoria.After a few minutes, Brigit rode on, passing other Llewyrr who were hauling buckets full of fingerlings to the stream.Then, in a few moments, the full peace of the forest surrounded her again.She continued up the valley, intending to ride all the way to the Fey-Alamtine gate.Then she stiffened.A sound came to her, and Talloth halted instinctively.Hoofbeats approached down this same trail.In moments, she saw a flash of white in the woods, and then Brigit identified the form of one of her knights.The sister shouted at the sight of her captain."Humans! They approach from the west, up the Vale of Clouds!" The knight's shout of alarm sounded a jarring note in the pastoral sunrise.Brigit recognized the rider as Colleen, one of the border patrol.The pounding gallop of the white horse drowned out most of Colleen's voice, but the urgency in the young scout's demeanor was apparent to Brigit even from a half mile away.The captain spurred Talloth, and the mare leaped forward.In a few moments, they met and Brigit reined in, taking the bridle of the scout's horse.The young Llewyrr rider, her blonde hair tossed raggedly by the wind in her ride, gasped for breath while Brigit gestured to her to collect herself."I saw them myself," Colleen reported after a moment."Humans, about six of them.They ride horses—two of the steeds are as white as Synnorian mares!""They climb the western valley?""The Vale of Clouds." The young sister nodded.She wore the mottled greenish tunic of a scout over her silver breastplate.Her helmet was lashed to the saddle of her horse, while a deep hood attached to her cloak could quickly be pulled up to cover her white-blonde hair."They'll pass the boundary and turn aside," Brigit announced, more calm in her voice than she actually felt.It disturbed her, this sudden appearance of humans at the borders of Synnoria so soon after she had resolved to be especially vigilant against intrusion."Still, it's best if I have a look at them.Lead on!"Colleen reversed her gelding and galloped back up the trail, Brigit close behind.The two sister knights rode without taking notice of the wonders around them.Even though the bright flowers and verdant woods were familiar sights, they rarely failed to attract the attention and delight of the Llewyrr who passed among them.But now the elfwomen remained still, intent upon the potential for intrusion.But those surrounding wonders were splendorous indeed.Waterfalls trilled from the slopes to either side, while a clear brook collected their spumes and carried them with laughing enthusiasm toward the blue waters of Crystaloch.Columbines, daisies, and fleabane all blinked among lush, windblown grasses, each type of flower blooming in a dozen different shades of brilliant color.Tall pines, their long-needled sprouts blanketing the forest in a soft, blue-green hue, waved from the slopes above them.The Llewyrr on their white horses followed a narrow track that generally traced the streambed up the valley bottom.Much of the ride took them through sun-speckled meadow, or among the few pines growing on the valley floor.After several miles, however, Colleen veered to the left, her gelding plunging between two tall pine trunks onto an almost invisible track in the woods.The winding path climbed steeply, and the two riders ducked their heads beneath many overhanging limbs.The strong horses bounded over the tangled ground, laboring hard, carrying the two elves steadily upward.After a few minutes, they paused for rest on a shoulder of the valley that gave them a splendid view behind them.The black cliff of the Fey-Alamtine gleamed in the sunlight at the head of the valley.Then, for many more minutes, they pressed higher through the enclosing forest
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