CHAPTER 14
The slight movement beneath Penrys was soothing, almost like drowsing in a hammock on a summer day in Asuthgrata at Vylkar’s lodge. But there was a creak of wood above her and an occasional sound of water that puzzled her. It also brought her bodily needs to her attention.
What am I doing here? Why is my head pounding?
She kept herself still and reached out with her mind, but there was nothing, as if she’d been dosed with the Rasesni drug sedchabke. When she twitched a hidden finger it moved, so that couldn’t be it—no paralysis. Conversations nearby fed an impression of several people, and then she heard the splash of water again as the surface beneath her tilted. A boat—I’m on some sort of boat, with a sail.
Her hands were tied in front of her, and her feet bound together.
