Alearindu nodded, dazed. She was still taking in all that had happened; the 'death' of the girl ghost, the other castle ghosts finally leaving, and the thought of what might happen next.
She slowly came back to her senses, and looked at Gandalf. "I will ride to Sarn Ford the long way by the Northeast road; and Midnight by the Northwest, or however he may choose. As soon as I can, I shall find my way to the Andrath Greenway and travel forth from there as fast as my dear Mornen shall allow. I expect to reach Sarn Ford within three days and stay there no more than one day. I shall travel back with as many men as Sarn Ford can spare. I hope to make it back at the same rate I went; but I know not how that will go for I hope to have more than myself coming back!"
Gandalf nodded appreciation, smiled encouragement, leaned heavily on his staff in the weary contentedness of middle night after battle's end. "I'm certain, Alearindu, that your bravery in taking this road alone will inspire many to follow you on your way back. You'll start out at first light. Best grab what sleep you may before then."
Alearindu managed a smile, and nodded again. It being near 3:30am, and having not slept in a few days, she decided this was probably a good idea. Without knowing how she knew; she knew she need not check on Mornen, for he was fine. Alearindu found a place to sleep near the tree-line, sat down, pulled her knees to her chest, and fell into a light sleep. She had sat facing east so the light of the sun would wake her and she could begin her vital journey at first light. Gandalf, as well, found his place to sleep near the campfire where earlier he'd been keeping vigil and entertaining the ghostly men-at-arms with fire-juggling and tales. What the new day would bring, one could only guess.
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