Karola put hers on, too, but instead of donning her tunic, she simply hung it across her arm.
“I know a better place,” she said. “The rock is smooth there and spray from the cataract keeps it nice and cool. Follow me.”
She scooped up her quiver and bow, her belt with the knife, and the bag with the food she’d brought. He gathered his things and fell in behind her. She led the way up to the very top of the cataract. From there, they could cross the stream by jumping from one to the next of several huge stones that broke through the water.
Just below the crest on the far side, they came to the place she sought. A ledge jutted out from the hillside, the stone worn smooth by eons of wind and water. A fine, misty spray from the cascading stream moistened the air and cooled the surface of the
