Chapter 9
“YOU SAW a windwalker?” Arukat said, his eyes wide.
Javes had made it back into town, dropped off the broken cart, the salvaged equipment and Pashtan’s donkey in the back yard, and returned to Arukat’s house with the borrowed cart and Arukat’s donkey. The man seemed mildly amused that he’d been able to do all this on his own.
“I don’t know what it was called, but it was creepy,” Javes said. He inserted his hand in his pocket and took out the metal globe. “He gave me this. It seemed some sort of exchange for taking the money and jewellery off the body.”
Arukat nodded. “The windwalkers exchange objects. They rob the dead, but they always leave something that they think might be of value to us.”
“Is it?” Javes held up the globe. “What is this thing?”
“I don’t know, but the met
