CHAPTER 4
Two days later, they were still picking their way cautiously downhill, hemmed in by the rock walls of the lower pass. Every now and then Penrys got a bit of a view which helped her judge how much closer they were to the end of this trail. Last night’s heavy autumn rain had laid the trail dust, but it had taken the animals a while to shake off the chill and settle into their work this morning.
For a distraction, she picked up one of her incomplete conversations with Najud, fifty yards ahead of her.
*You expected to find this particular clan. Do they always take the same route, every year?*
*The tarizd, the migration route, is like one petal of a many-petaled flower. The base of the petal is the zudiqazd, the winter camp. From there, they travel in a big loop, never exactly the
