Chapter SeventeenElzor called a halt to the second day of their trek across the desert after discovering a deep swale between two large ridges. Rahne reasoned that it must have once been home to an ancient river. At least it would provide a small respite from the frigid wind that had marred the day's journey. Most of the Elzorath had to ride with their heads down and their mouths and noses covered.
Rahne alit from his merych, a dark brown steed with far more stamina than he'd expected. Then again, having to pull Sekker's gargantuan bulk around would have required tremendous strength. He had no idea if the beast had a name, so he decided to name it Rokon, the same name he'd given to a rather mangy perin he once had as a pet.
He walked a few hundred yards from camp to relieve himself. Upon
