Chapter 122

At the end of that year, when the first frosts of winter covered the northern grass, Netya awoke to a stirring sensation in the back of her mind. She lay there beneath the warm furs, clutching Caspian’s arm around her chest as her heart beat faster. A low murmur left his lips, and he tugged her in closer against his body.

“What is wrong?” he said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “It’s there. I can feel it again.”

“Is it troubling you?”

Netya shook her head. “It is— I do not know. It feels different this time.”

She squirmed in the darkness, shivering slightly as a lurching feeling dragged like a hook at the nape of her neck. The first light of dawn was visible through the hide coverings of their makeshift tent, but she could not hear the voices of the others yet. Fern and Wren still slumbered peacefully alongside them.

“Come,” Caspian whispered urgently, sitting up and throwing his cloak about his shoulders.

He led her out of the tent and around t