For a long time, I hadn’t even chosen a topic, so when I was asked how it was going, I answered evasively and left the place with a preoccupied face. “But I would advise you to be content with the picture and not go to Mistveil.”
“I have to go,” I retorted. She looked around to make sure someone couldn’t hear her and continued, “Once it comes out of Mistveil, this water changes its name to the White River, and on it float the dead corpses of all those who have been here too long.”
Liam’s grandfather remembered that at the entrance to their hamlet, the White River bends, it smooths its swift rushing paths, and from time to time the villagers find there naked and dead young men washed up and abandoned near their little village. He moved a little closer to me and asked in a soft voice, “Do you think I’m beautiful?”
“The most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.”
She frowned again, but it suited her even being frowned and asked me, “So why is it that I
