By the time Rhylor had actually arrived, the rest of the day had passed. When the sky was becoming a bluish, mildly ruddy color in the next morning’s sunrise, Ardray heard the stamping of horses’ hooves against snowy turf. She looked down from her sleeping place in a nearby tree. There was Rhylor, sitting on a large, well-muscled gray horse. Sighing with winter air-shocked relief, she shook Solnel. He was sleeping on the branch adjacent to hers. “He’s here,” she mumbled sleepily. Solnel was startled awake, and he looked over at Garril and Vankesa. “What was that?” Solnel asked him suspiciously.