At Helm's Door

[menelsul]

*There is a great clatter of hooves, and then a sudden pounding against the solid wood of the barrier. A sharp neigh pierces the air, followed by the insistent scraping of steel-shod hooves against pavement. Menelsul has arrived with the message from the Quarters.

People stare at the black Mearas and keep their distance. They know this is Felarof's son, and they fear what could have brought him with such speed to Helm's home.*