Caddoran

Chapter 1
Mist folded around the five figures on the beach, reducing their world to a grey, shifting dome, and deadening everything around them. Even if they had not been afraid of discovery, it would have made them lower their voices.
Hyrald massaged his left arm with his right hand, to stave off the chilly dampness that was threatening to make him shiver. His sister moved to his side and voiced the inevitable question.
'Where are we?'
Hyrald would have liked to reply, 'Just another damned lake. We'll find shelter for the night and move around it in the morning,' but every sense told him otherwise.
'It's the sea, Adren,' he said flatly.
Standing only a few paces away, Thyrn, slight and restless, and his uncle, Nordath, both turned to him as they caught the reply. The third man, Rhavvan, taller and heavier than the others, presumably also heard but made no response. He continued staring intently into the mist.
'What?' Thyrn demanded querulously.
'The sea,' Hyrald confirmed, more relaxed now that the word had been spoken, though he glanced uneasily at Rhavvan, who had moved further away and now stood vague and insubstantial at the shadowy limit of his vision.
Thyrn looked around into the greyness as if for an ally. 'The sea! It can't be. The sea's to the east, not north. Are you sure? How do you know? Gods, we'll be trapped if we can't move on . . .'
'Sniff the air.' Hyrald cut across the outburst almost viciously. He was in no mood to debate the obvious and Thyrn's nervous disposition had to be firmly handled if it was not to run out of control. 'That's salt. I remember it well enough now. Be quiet.' He raised a hand to emphasize the order.
Thyrn blew out a steaming breath into the mist and stamped a foot irritably. Water welled up around his boot. Hyrald caught his eye and he fell still.
Into the ensuing silence came the sound that Hyrald was listening for. A soft, distant lapping. He motioned the group forward and soon they were standing at the water's edge. It glistened, oily smooth in the dull light, and quite still save for an occasional slow welling like the sleeping breath of a great animal. A thin foam-specked rim slithered slightly towards them, then retreated.
'This is the sea?' Thyrn whispered, curious now, as well as frightened. 'I always thought it would be noisy - violent - great waves crashing in. Like in the old tales - and pictures.' He waved his arms in imitation, then crouched down and tentatively dipped a finger into the water. Hyrald watched him - Thyrn could bring an almost uncanny intensity to the most trivial of actions - and it was rarely possible to predict what he would do next. He sniffed his damp finger then, without hesitation, sucked it noisily. His face wrinkled in distaste and he spat drily and wiped his hand across his mouth.
'I just told you it was salt,' Hyrald said. Almost in spite of himself, and as had proved the case before, he felt his irritation turning into a mixture of compassion and amusement at Thyrn's naive curiosity. 'It's the sea all right. I've only seen it once, and that briefly and a long time ago - before Adren here was born - but that smell's unmistakable. Takes me right back.' He pulled a wry face as he pushed the old memories away. They were too much of a burden now, too full of different times. 'I suppose it's quiet because there's no wind, or . . .'
'Move!'
The voice was soft, but commanding. It was Rhavvan's. He was abruptly among them, urging them forwards, his arms spread as if to gather them all together. There was the same purposefulness in his moving as previously there had been in his motionless watching. It allowed no pause. Thyrn staggered to his feet fearfully, but made no sound. Hyrald and Adren took his arms to steady him, but he needed little support and was almost immediately half walking, half trotting ahead of them, his uncle following close behind him.