The journey from there was not comfortable for Saer and Fierlo by any means. They had been blind-folded and were tied on horse's back by their abdomen.

Whenever the horse galloped or stepped on a rock, Saer thought the impact was about to break his lower rib cage. He found himself wondering for many occasions whether Wernh'An's armies were still with them or not. The silence was horrifying than sounds of thousand swords hitting against each other.

He was not allowed to speak unless spoken to. And those men never seemed to have questions. Only in the time of meal, he was able to hear Fierlo. Despite of it, both of them had never got a chance to exchange words

They ate what they were fed. What it was didn’t matter to them.

It seemed like Saer was offered the food which was left by the soldiers because the food was never filling. Saer and Fierlo were lucky to not have starved. It was rare for soldiers to care about stomach of captives.

As time passed, Saer realized he was slipping from the horse's back. Since complaining was a way to heave his death closer, he decided for the guards to notice it by themselves. He was alright with taking some bruises over his body.

The time came when he fell behind the horse’s hind limbs.

We are going uphill. Saer realized it as soon as he tasted mud.

A saddle was put on the horse's back which made things more uncomfortable for Saer. Sole thing the saddle did was prevent him from falling.

A day later, Saer found himself shivering. Wind around them had got chilling and the soldiers were stopping more to light fire in order to keep themselves warm. In the same time, they hunted animals. Saer now no more worried about hunger. He was concerned with the freezing wind around him.

The next day, he heard wind rustling louder. Even leaves or twigs were not audible anymore. Cotton like thing fell on Saer's cheek.

Cold.

Soon the soldiers decided to cover their captives with blankets. With blanket over him, they rode for over a day till wind got so strong that it blew off blanket from Saer.

Saer heard Commander Evar's voice after a long time, "Drink it."

Soldiers began taking out the bile from their armors. Saer then listened to them gulping, perplexed what they were having. His curiosity came to a sudden halt when Commander Evar drank half of the bile and jammed the remaining inside Saer's mouth.

As the liquid dripped down his throat, it brought sensation of warmth in his body. He could feel blood rushing towards his limbs and ears.

"Don’t think you are immune to these mountains." Evar said, covering him with blanket again, "This will keep us warm for few days."

From there their journey became somewhat endurable. The soldiers who were quiet in forests were now loud while in snow. They sang songs, jokes and told the tales about Wutke.

Not even two days had passed when Saer began feeling cold once more. The half bile which he was given was to be blamed. Or perhaps the man who had given it to him.

Horse stopped.

"Where are we?" Saer asked.

Someone removed blanket from his body and unbuckled the strap which tied him to the horse. He fell on soft snow by his face. Though his nose was fine, the snow was all over his face. Saer spat some of those and when he tried to turn himself around, someone told him to stay how he was.

The man who was talking to him loosened the knot of his blindfold.