Chapter 70 A Cool, Dark, Room

• We arrived in the White Mountain Fortress bailey, with a jerking stop. The wind howling up the mountain and swinging into the opening of our carriage as Archer swung the door wide and hopped down.
• Cold. I stood to follow him. Leaning through the doorway. To my horror, he swept my feet from under me and lifted me into his arms.
• I yelped. Kicking slightly. But as I realized I was going to send myself toppling, I ceased. Hugging around his neck as I eyed the stairs under his feet.