Chapter 5
Dori
It was early evening before the cavalcade stopped for another break, and by that point, I was only half lucid.
“I really don’t understand what’s wrong with me,” I moaned as the women took hold of both my arms to help me off the wagon. “Before today, I’ve never been motion sick a day in my life.”
The moment my feet landed on rock, my legs wobbled, and I fell to my knees, upchucking over the side of the cliff.
“Mercy be, but that’s a lot of vomit,” one of the girls commented as a hand patted my shoulder sympathetically. The others cringed in revulsion and shifted back to give me plenty of room.
As my hair was gathered out of my face, I closed my eyes and clung to the rocks until I was done.
Afterward, I was handed a tin ladle full of water and a square piece of cloth. I
