Chapter 8 - Cantonment Authority
From their spot on the path overlooking the river, they catch sight of the ferry moored at the bottom of the hill. Pratima, in her blunt way, states, “The ferry looks loaded and ready to go.”
From the bluff, it seems quite a ways down. “Looks about a kilometer to get down there, if we take the switchback road,” William studies her, gauging if she might be willing. She might be game.
They stare down at a narrow path straight down the side of the hill. “Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Pratima asks with a quirk of an eyebrow.
“We can take that deer trail down,” William says with a firmer tone than he feels. “Going around will take longer.”
“This is shorter–but these aren’t our mounts.”
William rides over to the edge. “We can do it.”
She gives
