CHAPTER 36
The three emissaries met in front of Chang’s command tent well after the sun had risen, mounted and ready.
Penrys smoothed the fabric of her new breeches along her thighs and concentrated on holding her horse still. She wondered if she might meet the horse’s former owner in the enemy camp, if they got that far. She hoped not—too many people had died, too much damage.
While she’d been gone in Neshilik, Hing Ganau had had her original clothes duplicated from the rags that remained after the device with the mirror exploded, but in finer materials. With her cleaned and polished boots, she supposed she represented the Ellech portion of this embassy, however unofficially.
Her saddle had been fitted with a saber mount, and the hilt of the sword was tied to the scabbard with very vi
