Cait took the fruit and ate, picking her way between the bruises. The flesh was sweet and juicy. “Did you find anything else?” she asked. “Have you worked out where we are yet?”
“We're south of the White City. We're lucky. All the undain will be north, either looking for us, or heading that way anyway as the waters start to freeze.”
“Did you see anyone?”
“Only a few slaves on the road. These woods run along the river bank for several miles. There's a road on the other edge but no one was using it.”
“Good.”
“Cait, we can't sit here forever. We have to move.”
He was right. She'd been sitting there earlier when a wind had picked up, sending many of the leaves whirling to the ground. Autumn was underway. Winter would be creeping south, inch by inch. And Ran still hadn't moved. Perhaps he
