Abbott and the Djinn chp. 8.2

The rider’s horse was fine and his posture was ramrod straight.  As he approached, Iamerge recognized Rhaury Ui Birlinn.  He looked as if he’d had plenty of sleep and eaten well too, but perhaps that was Iamerge’s bitterness whispering in his ear.  “Where are your brothers?” called down Rhaury from on high.  Iamerge felt the […]