The third day of their journey was underway, and they were travelling through more small villages whose streets were carpeted with snow. They passed by vast snow covered farms where the workers were toiling to dig a way through to the main thoroughfares. There was no rest for the slaves of Lyre. As the day wore on there was still no word from Jonas about the group`s proposals, but ahead of them the Carpathian Mountains began to emerge from under the cloud filled skies of Lyre.
“Lieutenant Adler, I shall feel much happier when we get to that range of mountains ahead of us and can finally see the walls of the Wallachia fortress, and then maybe we can get to work on a plan to free Peter Summers.” Colonel Michaels said to Ray Connors using his nom de plume.
“By my reckoning we should be there sometime tomorrow Lieutenant Bayer, but once we get there we must try to complete our task as soon as possible, for the longer we spend in the area around these mountains the more chance there is of Harry getting into trouble back at the ship.” Ray replied.