XThey rode like that for three days, Finn shackled to his horse or, at night, either to one of the ironclads or to a post hammered into the ground. They took turns to watch him. He saw no chance to escape.
They were soon farther from home than he'd ever ventured before. The buildings and trees looked more and more strange. They resembled those he knew but had different shapes and formations, as if someone had taken his familiar world and jumbled it up.
Whenever they passed through a village, the people stopped to watch them go by, saying nothing, sullen eyes staring. Finn knew from their faces what they were thinking. Don't stop here, don't stop here. Or perhaps, Thank the stars, they've already taken someone. They haven't come for one of ours.
He slept little. Again and again, he slipp
