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By late afternoon, Rinaldo still hadn’t returned.
Jara hated to think what that meant.
She wondered if Rinaldo had taken any food along with him.
If he was all right. If he had found Bradamante.
If they were on their way back to the camp right now. Or if Rinaldo was trapped somewhere by the current storm.
Jara cursed the blowing snow. It fell so thickly now she could no longer travel to the south side of camp on foot. Astolpho was busy helping the men bathe with rags and warm water, just to remove some of the ever-present stench.
Jara gathered the soiled clothing he left outside the tents and left it heaped near a group of slashed tents. She would boil all the clothing later in her largest wash pot, whenever it was that she might find the time.
Right now she had men to feed. It
