CHAPTER TWENTY
In the dim light of the early morning, they finished the stew left from the previous evening. Still hungry, Carthinal carefully lifted Mabryl onto the travois. He had managed to make a harness so it would be easier for him to pull the contraption. Shouldering the harness, he shrugged to be sure that it wasnot going to be cutting into him.
Asphodel ensured their fire was completely out, and replaced the turf they had removed, just as Vass had taught her.
She sat back on her heels. Months had passed since she last thought about Vass. Was she forgetting him? The time in Frelli had been difficult, but before that, it had been wonderful.
She sighed and stood, looking over to her companion. He’s as good-looking as Vass. Perhaps even more, she thought, smiling, then shook herse
