CHAPTER 15
Three days later, Penrys watched from the air as the last of the herds crossed through the gap in the two hills that marked their route. Umzakhilin had told her the route from the autumn camp took the same path through the hills, but there was nothing to be found on the trail to their right when they joined it, no sign of usage at all, other than the few spots worn away to rock.
The zarawinnaj was riding much better now, sitting his horse with authority. She suspected his legs were still very weak, from their long immobility, but he was starting to regain his strength. She told no tales about the pain it caused him to walk, on his imperfectly healed feet, respecting his determination to overcome any obstacle.
As she circled back to the front to resume her look ahead, she wave
