“Some of the kingdoms stayed together,” she tells Dagro when he thanks her, “If it’s horses you’re looking for and not the land itself, they might be together.” The sisterhood had gone to Nerine and the Falls to Sylva; perhaps the members of the Chamber had been equally tightly knit. They probably hadn’t – had she not found Walter in the Meadow? – but she’d rather give him something to pursue than have him stew in silence.
When the black mare answers her question, the spotted mare listens curiously. The answer is not unexpected, but she watches curiously as the smaller horse’s eyes glaze over and she speaks candidly about a day that most of them would rather forget. When she finishes, the appaloosa smiles wryly. “Not all of us were so slow to regain what was taken.”
But Pandorica confirms what she has said – that most of the lands of Beqanna are lost beneath the sea. “Perhaps it’s for the better.” She replies, her tone and expression carefully neutral.