Santinali looked with longing at the landscapes rushing past. For the last few days they have been driving somewhere deeper and deeper into the mountains. More and more gorges and roaring mountain streams came across their path, cities and patrols on the roads became less and less common. They had long ago turned off the well-trodden trade routes, and now only villages, flocks, and hundreds of kilometers of cliffs and endless forests awaited them. Her father couldn't do this to her. But here she is, shaking in the carriage towards her sentence...