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Caddoran

Roger Taylor

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Chapter 1

Mist folded around the five figures on the beach, reducing their world to a grey, shifting dome, and
deadening everything around them. Even if they had not been afraid of discovery, it would have made
them lower their voices.

Hyrald massaged his left arm with his right hand, to stave off the chilly dampness that was threatening to
make him shiver. His sister moved to his side and voiced the inevitable question.

‘Where are we?’

Hyrald would have liked to reply, ‘Just another damned lake. We’ll find shelter for the night and move
around it in the morning,’ but every sense told him otherwise.

‘It’s the sea, Adren,’ he said flatly.

Standing only a few paces away, Thyrn, slight and restless, and his uncle, Nordath, both turned to him as
they caught the reply. The third man, Rhavvan, taller and heavier than the others, presumably also heard
but made no response. He continued staring intently into the mist.

‘What?’ Thyrn demanded querulously.

‘The sea,’ Hyrald confirmed, more relaxed now that the word had been spoken, though he glanced
uneasily at Rhavvan, who had moved further away and now stood vague and insubstantial at the
shadowy limit of his vision.

Thyrn looked around into the greyness as if for an ally. ‘The sea! It can’t be. The sea’s to the east, not
north. Are you sure? How do you know? Gods, we’ll be trapped if we can’t move on . . .’

‘Sniff the air.’ Hyrald cut across the outburst almost viciously. He was in no mood to debate the obvious
and Thyrn’s nervous disposition had to be firmly handled if it was not to run out of control. ‘That’s salt. I
remember it well enough now. Be quiet.’ He raised a hand to emphasize the order.

Thyrn blew out a steaming breath into the mist and stamped a foot irritably. Water welled up around his
boot. Hyrald caught his eye and he fell still.

Into the ensuing silence came the sound that Hyrald was listening for. A soft, distant lapping. He
motioned the group forward and soon they were standing at the water’s edge. It glistened, oily smooth in
the dull light, and quite still save for an occasional slow welling like the sleeping breath of a great animal.
A thin foam-specked rim slithered slightly towards them, then retreated.

‘This is the sea?’ Thyrn whispered, curious now, as well as frightened. ‘I always thought it would be
noisy – violent – great waves crashing in. Like in the old tales – and pictures.’ He waved his arms in
imitation, then crouched down and tentatively dipped a finger into the water. Hyrald watched him – Thyrn