They had climbed higher and now they were entirely encircled by the clouds.
Moving through the soft moist air gave Chandra a strange feeling as if she was in a dream.
She could only just see Lord Frome ahead and the trail of ponies behind were out of sight and yet, when they reached the Dak, it looked just as squalid and dirty and the children who ran up and greeted them were in the same tattered rags.
Chandra herself, however, felt different from the way she had before. Then she had been utterly and completely exhausted by the ride – now she was hardly tired at all.
Also, having ridden to the Monastery every day, she was no longer stiff from being so many hours in the saddle.
She went to the room where she had slept before to change and saw that the keeper of the bungalow had not eve
