It had not been an easy journey in more than one way. Khahaynd had studied thoroughly the instructions of her mentor, learning much of the customs and manners of Gondorians, and regularly practicing with her their language. She had never set foot in that land before, and was not totally confident she would pass all challenges, her accent would give her away as a woman of the south, if her appearance did not. She could confuse any observers, having them see an elderly woman of their own kind, instead of a vibrant and challenging one of those considered enemies. But her speech....her mentor had advised she did not try and hide her origin, but rather work it to her advantage. A woman born in Harad, who had escaped to the 'better' lands under Steward Denethor's rule, might even endear her to some.
She knew she was not as prepared as she liked, as she had been for missions in the deep south, but time was of the essence and the Mistress of her Order wanted her in the North as soon as possible.
So now she drew near the town of Linhir, after a day and a half's walk. She had stuck mostly to the coast. There was less chance of encountering others than if she sought any trail. As it happened she had only seen two swift riders that morning. They had passed her by. What interest would well dressed riders have in an old white haired woman with a large mangy old hound and a worn pack horse? None! Exactly, and that is the way she wanted things. Oh, Khahaynd could defend herself. She was good with her scarves, swift with the dagger and swifter with her magics. Illusion was not her only art, neither was it her most practiced. She was one who could summon and control spirits, to afear, to draw life...to possess. She was proud of her skills, and would not hesitate to use them if required.
Linhir, and a safe house with allies of the Old Blood. She sought a woman, Yaelithe, who she had been told would give her a days rest, and provide more rations and clear instructions for the next stage of her journey.
Although she did not know all the plans for her in this strange land, she did know she was making for a town named Bree, some way north, and that she would be required in work with the Angmarrim. Neither location bothered her. She and Zir were very self contained.
The only thing that bothered her was maintaining excellence before the Mistress. That, and not letting the woman know she sought her position. She needed more and stronger allies before she would risk any move in that direction, but she would have the power and status she sought, one way or another.
