Shadow looked across the wide open area between them and the fortress. It was exactly as she had seen in her vision, even down to the archers on guard. “Now what?” Shadow asked. Carson shook his head. He looked around. “Anything magic hid?” “No.” “At least that’s a start,” Carson said. “How are we going to cross that?” Shadow pointed towards the open space still between them and their goal. “Come.” Carson turned his horse to follow the edge of the forest. “Great.” Shadow reluctantly followed. She was beginning to get sick of hearing that word. When they were nearly half way around to the other side of the fortress, Carson stopped and dismounted. He cleared some snow from the ground near a tree so his horse could find the meagre frostbitten grass. Shadow did the same. She watched as Carson pulled a white cloak from his saddlebags. This was much thinner than the one Carson had given her to wear. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a second one of those?” Shadow asked.
