CHAPTER 52
“Psst. Hey, you, Zan.”
The man next to Zandaril poked him on the arm, then faded back a pace. Zandaril lifted his face and looked left, to see who was speaking. He’d been walking head down for a long time, concentrating on keeping up and trying not to think about anything else.
A gray-haired woman in dingy clothing took the spot next to him.
“Where’d you come from, huh?” She spoke a rough sort of Kigali-yat.
He tried to bespeak her, but nothing happened.
She must have seen his expression. “That won’t work, not while he’s got us on full drain.”
He asked, hoarsely, “Is it always like this?” He stumbled over his chain and she grabbed him by the arm to keep him from falling. He tried not to wince for the bruises already there.
“He’s got to keep them under control.” She hooke
