CHAPTER 65
The stableyard of the inn was crowded the next morning. Chak Zobu had come early, to deliver their purchases and to make sure that everything was to their satisfaction. Penrys had been delighted to change to new, well-cut clothing in the dark greens that she loved, and she approved Najud’s robes.
Now everything was packed away. The supplies for the journey itself were divided among three of the horses—a luxury, Najud had called it, but he thought there was no reason they couldn’t be comfortable and prepared for bad weather and the climb over the pass.
The rest of the horses in their two strings carried trade goods—the silks and linen fabrics that were always popular among the Zannib, buttons and ribbons, fine metal tools, a variety of sturdily packed ceramics, spices, seed fo
