Whatever the fluid was, it burned. I dropped the sword into the wagon-bed, grabbed one of the sacks and wiped the burning liquid off my arm before it could do any serious damage. It left sore red spots, like a speckled sunburn. Where it had splashed my pants-leg it ate holes in the cloth. Where it had hit the wagon, it slowly stained the bones black. I took care to wipe it off the sword and the leather, hoping the cart wouldn’t fall apart under me at some odd moment. My arm was throbbing again.
The lizards calmed down and slowed to a shuffle, and I turned them to face the wind again. As I glanced over the cart to check for remaining damage, I noticed something caught in the spokes of the off wheel. I reined the lizards to a halt and looked closer.
The object stuck between the bone spokes
