CHAPTER 12
“We’re moving out.”
Hing Ganau’s head popped into the back of Zandaril’s wagon and vanished before a startled Penrys could look up.
“I’m not ready yet,” she muttered, and Zandaril, lying flat on a pallet surrounded by boxes and sacks grinned at her.
“Maybe you better tell Chang to wait for you,” he said.
She glared at him and did a quick look around to see if everything was tied in place, nothing in danger of tumbling down onto Zandaril.
“Wish I could have taken that one specimen with me,” she told him, “but it was just too dangerous.” She’d probed the device inside the charm as slowly and carefully as she could to identify its structure, but it had exploded almost immediately, like all the others.
The rest of the Rasesni’s possessions were stored in four large packs, sta
