Sarah followed Frank along the narrow ledge high above the Marsyangdi River, keeping close to the rock face beside them that ascended toward the scudding clouds. She avoided looking down as much as she could. Frank, not so much. He often veered toward the rim and looked out at the dramatic cliffs pocked with hardy shrubs clinging to the rocky escarpments. Her heart thudded when he did this.
Penny and Anne, who strode along behind her with their hiking poles scraping the smooth surface of the stone, came to a halt. Jack and Matt were bringing up the rear along with the dog from the teahouse. Their porters, who’d gone ahead of them, would be waiting at their next teahouse.
Sarah had thought the dog belonged to Dolkar’s family, but she now believed him to be a stray. He’d been following the
