#03 The Silver Gryphon by Mercedes Lackey & Larry Dixon

Author:Mercedes Lackey & Larry Dixon [Lackey, Mercedes & Dixon, Larry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, General, Fantasy - Epic, Fantasy - General, Epic, Fantasy fiction, Fiction - Fantasy, Valdemar (Imaginary place)
ISBN: 9780886776855
Publisher: DAW
Published: 1997-03-01T06:00:00+00:00

Blade peered through the curtain of rain, looking a few lengths ahead to see if there was anything like a cave in sight, then looking back down at her feet to pick out her footing among the slippery mud and river rocks. Here, out in the open, the rain came down in sheets, making footing doubly treacherous. More rain sluiced down the cliff face, washing across the rocks at her feet. This time, they hadn’t gone to ground when the rains came; they didn’t even look for a shelter. Instead, they continued to make their way along the cliff-side bank of the river. For one thing, the only shelter from the rain lay back on the other side of the river, and she didn’t really want to take her chances back there. For another, every moment they spent in huddling away from the rain was a moment that they could not spend in looking for real cover, the protection of a place from which they could not be extracted by force. By now poor Tad was a wet, sodden mess, and after this, she was certainly going to have to figure out what they could spare to make him a new bandage for his wing. The bandages he wore were soaked and coming loose, and wouldn’t be any good until after they had been rinsed clean and dried. Sacrifice some clothing, maybe, if we don’t have enough bandages. I could shorten the legs of my trews for cloth, since they don’t seem to be much protection against the bugs. That and some rope might make a decent sling. She was going to have to get him dried out before they slept; allowing a gryphon to go to sleep wet was a sure prescription for illness. We need a cave, or at worst, a cleft. This rain is going to go on until nightfall, and we won’t be able to see anything then. The water level in the river didn’t seem to be rising much, if any, which suggested that it was probably as high now as it ever got, except in the occasional flood. And I hope we don’t happen to be in the midst of flood season! There was evidence aplenty for a flood, in the form of flotsam, mostly wood, washed up and wedged among the rocks. It would make admirable firewood, if they could ever find a place where they could build a fire! It would be just our luck to have pinned our hopes on finding this cliff only to discover that there is less shelter here than there was in the forest. If they didn’t find a place to hole up before dark, they might have to spend the night exposed on this rocky shore, where they would have the grim choice of lighting a fire and attracting attention or shivering, cold and damp, wrapped up in wet blankets all night. The gods, or fate, were not to be so unkind, however. After a few

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