The pair of priestesses forged on.  It took a few minutes for them to ford the creek.  The light was getting worse.  Once in the forest, it was even darker, a deep shade of twilight.  Further...now colors were grey and indistinct.  Marina urged her horse ahead, toward Cold Rock.  Or was it toward Cold Rock?  In the twilight, it was hard to tell.  She could no longer see the distant mountains, and the sun was long gone.  She had no way to orient herself.  She had to admit to herself that "ahead" might be toward the town...or to the left, or the right...or away entirely.  Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled.<br/><br/>Then she saw it!  Up ahead through the trees, she saw a light.  A house...