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Half Done is Just BegunBiahnd leapt to the ground. I suggest we make camp, she said. Dusk is almost upon us.
‘Gosh.’ Santha groaned as she dismounted and stretched her achy back. Every inch of her buttocks and legs was raw from the saddle. ‘I didn’t realise it was so late.’
I find the sun is the best indication of time, master. And that copse of red maples will provide adequate shelter. Shall we?
Santha scowled at the dog. Was that a hint of sarcasm she detected? Years of banter, arguments and sweet talk with her mother had made her an adept at such social cues. However, interpreting Biahnd’s meaning through their shared link was … challenging. She let the thought go. They were both fatigued from the long day, and the fact their minds were now linked was still taking its toll. An
