twenty
We keep a good pace through the rolling meadows down the valley. A flock of frisky shrike-babblers hops from branch to branch, welcoming us with a joyous call. A mild breeze has replaced the gale, rushing the promise of a warm day through the budding trees. I loosen the scarf around my head. Soon we’ll enter the gorge, leading to the higher mountains on our right. And then? Back home? I glance at Sangmo. Seems like we’re still on track.
Ghedun’s horse prances as he slows to a steady canter. He turns in the saddle.
“So, where to now?” His eyes pry at us. “What’s your plan?”
My eyes widen. What does he mean? My mare balks. My hands clamp the reins too tight.
“You think I didn’t hear?” He sounds stern, but there’s a twinkle of mischief gloating in his eyes. “The lost daughter visi
