CHAPTER ELEVEN
The sun aided our drying as we ventured back through the winding streets of the grand city. It’s warm rays dried skin and cloth, and at the end of fifteen short minutes, I was no longer chilled. I had seen many streets of the city, but a few short hills reminded me that those roads were only a small part of the grand metropolis.
“Are all the cities of this world this big?” I ventured to ask my guide as we paused on one of those scenic brows.
Ros turned us to the horizon of homes and businesses and shook his head. “No. Most are smaller, and there are only a few that are larger.”
I looked down at his hands that clasped my arms. “You have to be getting tired of carrying me by now.”
He grinned. “On the contrary, I understand better a part of the prophecy about you.”
