Chapter Twenty-Two
The midday sun hung in the sky by the time Dell rode through the city streets of Madra. Beggars sat on each corner, more common than they’d once been. The few shops that had opened had long lines stretching out of the doorways as people tried to get their share of food brought in from the Madran farms.
“We need to ditch the horses,” Dell said, coming to a stop and sliding down. He glanced each way down the busy street, pressing back into an alleyway as a cart rambled by.
“It’ll take us too long on foot.” Etta scanned their surroundings, always watchful.
Dell shook his head. “It won’t matter how far we have to walk if we never make it there. This is not Bela. The average Madran doesn’t have a horse because they can’t afford one. We’re marking ourselves with wealth and
