Chapter 10
The PlateauThe plateau was vast, in the distance they could just make out the shape of tented dwellings and funnels of smoke billowing from several small fires. The constant clink of metal against rock leant a musical background to the scene.
As Pascal had suggested, for her safety among men, Zula went about defeminising herself. She pulled her shirt from her breeches so it hung loose in front of her, fortunately she had small breasts, though she had to pull her jacket around to cover n*****s that were stiffened by the chill mountain breeze. She tied her long black hair in a ponytail and slipped it inside the back of her jacket, donned a hat and pulled the brim down low across her petite face. Taking a bag from one of the donkeys she slung it across her shoulder so it hung low
