CHAPTER 29
When Penrys found there were no more steps, she stopped and swayed, puzzled. Rude hands behind her pushed her forward and out of the way, and she concentrated on staying upright and letting her vision recover from its reddish, tunnel-focus on her feet.
Over the pounding of her heart she could hear the noise and bustle of many people. When she blinked and raised her head, she discovered the top of the Horn was a wide plateau, sloping down to the west in front of her as if there were no drop-off on that side.
An entire population seemed to be up here, dwarfing the encampment they’d passed through at the base of the ridge to the east. There were so many that they stirred up enough dust from the rocky surface to create a local haze in the air.
Their captors escorted them north a
