It was so pleasant by the Pool of New Birth in the Vale of Narthex that they didn’t want to leave. And so they didn’t. Balthazar had done some advance reconnaissance of the way ahead and discovered that it was only in the vicinity of the pool that the sky had cleared and the snow had let up. Beyond that it had continued to fall, accumulating to a depth of six inches in places. After a brief discussion it was decided that a day of rest would do them all good, and so they stayed put. The pool must have been fed by a subterranean hot spring as it was warm enough to bathe in. And that as just what they did, each in turn, an unusual luxury for the middle of winter. They ended the day feeling rejuvenated and optimistic about the rest of their journey.
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