Bab 341: Above the World

The path leading up to the stone spire was rough and steep. It would have been impossible for me to climb it alone, but on Fable's back, it was barely worth noticing. Several groups of soldiers passed us by, groaning with pain and dripping sweat, but they always made sure to stop and salute us. The gesture seemed respectful, but they probably just wanted a break from the grueling training that required them to lap the titanic rock formation. With any luck, they wouldn't mention meeting us. I shuddered to think of what Elinore might do if she learned I was gone before I made it safely back to my tent.