Fourth day
The next day Quilen languished for a slight headache, something that until that day had been unknown to him. He was emptied by a weakness that made it difficult to him even to get off the wagon. Here we are, had said Paxma to himself, while doing his utmost to treat him with the usual remedies for those symptoms.
"Do not be alarmed, my friend, it's nothing", he went repeating throughout the day, while the other peeked at him with a doubt in his gaze.
There had been no news from the caravan, so in the evening Paxma took a ride as sometimes he used to, inquiring a little here and there how everybody was. In effect, Quilen ailments seemed to have touched most of the Tribe; but no one had complained nor had he turned to the Shaman, because in the centuries the families had learne
