His Own Good Sword (The Cymeriad #1) - Plot & Excerpts
He’d considered just sending a letter from the post-station at Chælor. That would be the easiest thing, for himself and his father both. Certainly for his mother. But if he didn’t go now there was no telling when he’d have the chance to go again and it was two years already since he’d last been home. No—better to go, to break the news in person. Harder, maybe, but he owed them that much. This was the last time in what would probably be a very long time he’d see either of them. Harder, in person, but it was the right thing to do. At the crossroads at Chælor, where most of the big roads in this northern part of the province came together, he took Risun onto the eastward road leading to Vessy. The road ran close along the shore of the lake Morin and for most of the way it went on pilings because the ground was reed beds and soft green marshland that flooded in the springtime. Vessy itself, the ancient Cesino capital, was built on a hillside above the lake. The oldest part of the city was at the base of the hill, below the causeway: fishermen’s huts and ships’ housing and rows and rows of mossy weathered mooring stones.
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