A Passing in the Night
Rahg rode near the back of the party, taking a position just behind Camissa. The deep-throated croak of a raven perched high in a birch tree startled him, forcing out a muffled gasp. He cursed his fear. Already a bluejay's squawk and the chitter of a squirrel had nearly unseated him. He wanted nothing more than to be done with this business and find someplace to work and live.
Besides that, he was tired of riding. His thighs and calves ached, and his neck was stiff from checking behind them for Sykoran patrols. He hadn't seen the vargel since leaving Sykor, three days ago. Rhaven insisted she might show, but Rahg didn't share his confidence.
I should never have left her.
Camissa rode up beside him. "Smell the flowers, Rahg. Aren't they wonderful?"
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