CHAPTER 33
Penrys felt two of Chang’s screen of scouts while they were still a couple of miles away from the encampment.
“Shall we let them find us?” she asked Zandaril
“Seems kinder than shaming them by slipping past.”
They walked into the open, and Zandaril put his fingers to his mouth and gave a piercing whistle. Penrys could sense their sudden change of direction.
“They heard you,” she said.
She shrugged her pack off to give her back a rest, and rotated her shoulders to loosen some of the stiffness. Surprised by a huge yawn, she caught Zandaril grinning at her.
“What?”
“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” he asked, trying to look innocent, and failing.
She examined him—hair finger-combed, beard coming in, clothes dirty and torn, a rag holding up the top of one boot, and a smug
