Njrea raved for a day and a night while Trals and Vrem tended her. She fell silent as the sun climbed higher on the second day, and by the time the smoking, hair-tasseled tents of the Eethlek herd came into view, she was almost dead.
Trals Scarback did not worry - what did the life or death of another matter to one such as he? - but he had invested too much in the stranger to allow her to escape his plans so easily. Luna Meridiana would fall. The Slavers would suffer for what they had done to him. Njrea was the key that revenge-quest.
"I will run ahead." Trals swung down from the travois. "You stay here with Njrea while I find someone to heal her." He whistled for Srav, who hopped after him. "We meet at the riverward rim of camp."
Trals considered the problem as he jogged away from the
