Blanche and Selene had restocked their food supplies and made it out of Winterhold by noon. The sky behind them threatened a snowstorm, but if they moved quickly they would probably be able to outrun it, so they rode hard for a while. When it looked like they were south of the storm line, they slowed to give the horses a break. Deciding to rest in the evening and ride through the night, they stopped just north of Windhelm and made camp. They were close enough to town that Selene thought Blanche might want to stay at Hjerim for the night, but she shook her head.
“It is hard on them when I leave. I would rather not put them through it again so soon.”
Selene sniffed the air, but the wind had turned up, and she couldn’t get a sense of who or what was behind. She decided to do a little recon, but they needed a hiding place first. Looking ahead, she saw the road curved to the left and was obscured by a rocky slope, and she pointed toward it. “Up there.”
When they rounded the bend, she climbed down from her horse. “Go on for a ways and keep Brann with you; just don’t go so fast that I can’t catch you. I’m going to see if I can find out who it is, and then I’ll try to catch up.”
Blanche raised a brow. “Yes, my queen.” She took the colt’s reins and urged her horse onward with a low, “Hyah!”
Selene and Brynjolf were attacked by a tribe of Foresworn at sunset near a ruined castle only a few miles from the Karthspire. After eliminating their assailants, they camped in the shadow of the castle, and they made it to Sky Haven Temple early the next morning. Delphine and her new recruits were already training in the courtyard. Blades clanged and fighters grunted as they sparred, and Delphine stood off to the side and spouted orders and instructions. She raised an eyebrow when Selene walked up to her.
Although their trip from High Hrothgar was mostly uneventful, Selene and Brynjolf still had to brave the weather. They arrived in Winterhold late in the afternoon in the middle of a blizzard that put a chill even into their hardy, Nordic bones. They headed straight for the Frozen Hearth.
“The College of Winterhold is exclusive,” Brynjolf told her. “They don’t let just anybody walk in and wander around.”