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"Do you understand the consequences of your actions and accept responsibility for them?" Hamish looked at the frozen water of the harbor in the darkness of the long hours of the midwinter day. He stood next to King Rane Rane'son d'Nor, who was wrapped up in everything he could wear. Frostbite was was a real threat. Hamish had brought Rane outside to emphasize his point. "It's not like I'm asking you to do something that has never been done before," Rane grumbled into a cloud of his own breath. "People have sailed in the winter before." "Whatever might have happened in the past is not relevant...

'Have you ever wondered what lies beyond?' An innocent enough question, if you know what exists in your World. After 1000 years of stagnation orchestrated by the Immortal Nightlords, even the simplest of questions can provoke profound consequences. When the son of the High King of C'Holm arrives in Riversea to accept his exile, Hamish is once again prompted to return to the Highlands and accept his duty as Prince of Sarzana. He is already a year too old to undergo The Testing upon The Sacred Mountain, so he can put off his departure a few more weeks and accompany Falkyr Fhar'son as far as...

"What am I doing here?" Hamish spoke out-loud, but to no one in particular. He was sitting well forward, so that every wave the Ship of the Fleet sliced through tossed spray over his head. Two years earlier, when he'd sailed from Riversea to C'Holm, he'd been told to expect a hard trip to windward and that his job would be to bail. Now he was going the other direction, and yet the conditions were the same. Maybe it was just what you noticed on the first day out. After that everything was uniformly wet. And once you were wet, the cold was all that colder.