CHAPTER 7
PERRIGAUL“Are you sure this is the place?” Miriam asked, the first words she had spoken to him in hours. She moved the goggles to the top of her head and lowered her scarf. The sun had left an outline of the goggles on her face.
Traveling at high speed on the hovercycle wasn’t exactly conducive for conversation, but he had the feeling that she wasn’t in a talkative mood. Once the sun came up and the reality of cold, stiff muscles from a night sleeping on the ground settled in, she fell silent.
Fine by him. He didn’t need Miriam to chatter at him. He needed her to listen.
“This is the place.” Once they escaped the train, Perrigaul refused to stop. He badly needed to assess the damage to his foot but knew that once his boot came off, it wouldn’t go back on. They needed to get t
