CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Neej-An led the small group through the jungle. They had put ashore as close to the kraal as possible to minimize time spent on foot. Shortly, they came upon the trails of his people.
“We should reach the kraal by dark,” he told the others. “It is not far.”
“Not far for you two perhaps,” Korinti Kutan remarked, “but I am not accustomed to hiking about.”
“If you prefer, First Lord Justice,” Neej-An’s face contorted in a feline grin, “we could construct a litter and carry you.”
“Mind your tongue,” she admonished. “I’m not old, just civilized.”
Neej-An shrugged as he faced forward again. “Like distance, age is relative.”
The heavy thwack of Korinti Kutan’s walking stick on the top of his head was followed by the sound of Kazlen Vor’s chuckle as he brought up the re
