It had been nearly a month, if I understood how to correctly read the phases of the moon, since the bovine priestesses and Kyr had left to honor their dead. No one knew - not even the priestesses - how long they might be gone. My hopes for the Kyr to join us somewhere along the way to face the Malefici were nil. Isobeau and Arion had rode off to find Ruis and Passlande probably two weeks ago. Time sat on my shoulders like giant hands pressing down, each day a little more pressure, making my neck and back...