He remembered that clear, icy journey to Lampozhnya, and the sledges arching and hissing across the glittering axle tree of world.For a few days, what he had felt was pure happiness. And what Lymond had known, he now saw, was freedom.
Dorothy Dunnett
He remembered that clear, icy journey to Lampozhnya, and the sledges arching and hissing across the glittering axle tree of world.For a few days, what he had felt was pure happiness. And what Lymond had known, he now saw, was freedom.