Chapter 25
“How much further?” Bradamante asked.
She threaded three brown trout onto green twigs and held them over the fire. Manat kneaded a handful of flour and water and flattened the dough onto a heated stone. She sprinkled a few grains of salt over the top.
“Two more days at this pace.”
“Do we really have to ride so hard every day? The horses are exhausted. Egalite kept stumbling as we came over that hill. She could barely—”
“Just a few more days. We can all rest then.”
Bradamante tried not to appear disappointed. She knew Manat had their safety in mind. Still, would it hurt to slow down so that Bradamante could enjoy what few days she had left in the wilderness? Manat said they were going to another city where they could find refuge. The forest was all the refuge Bradamante nee
