Only one more obstacle stood between them and the garden of Angels but what an obstacle it was; the evil red desert of Dragoom; six hundred merciless miles of arid earth and scorching sun.
Now, into the petrified forest they rode on nine white horses, with two riderless horses behind them and Kenrya, the songthrush, flapping beside them, to face the towering terror of old mother death,
Many miles by many moons they rode, Urzenna and the priests, until they came to the swamplands of Aghash and were suddenly embraced by a strange black fog which blinded them completely.