That was just as well. He had not been lying when he told Calliande they would need their strength for the journey ahead. “Our best route,” he told Mara and the others once they assembled in the Eastern Court, “is to ford the Moradel and then cross the Northerland as quickly as possible. An army could not do it, but a small band of thirty horsemen should manage it. Once across the Northerland, we will keep between the Qazaluuskan Forest and the shore of the Lake of Mourning. From there, we can cross Mhorluusk and Caertigris, and then arrive at the Range and the lands of the manetaurs.”“That is a long journey, sir,” said Ector, frowning. “And the bone orcs of the Qazaluuskan Forest are eager to claim victims in the name of their blood god Qazalask.”Kharlacht rumbled in agreement. “There were worshippers of Qazalask in the mountains of Vhaluusk, distant kin to those in the Qazaluuskan Forest. They are riddled with superstitious madness, and kill for the slightest of reasons to appease their god.”“It is a dangerous path,”
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