Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

“We should bring what we can with us,” Najud said.

He was reluctant to disturb the packs at the base of the lud in the morning, especially since someone had gone to the effort to arrange them there, but there was no point leaving everything to rot, not when they had capacity in their pack train now that some of the fodder and fuel had been consumed.

“We can at least get it off the pass and take it to the clan.”

“Do you know which clan it is?” Penrys asked.

“I know the markings.”

He showed her the arc of the world-bow, the blessing after rain, cut into the leather of the packs. “That’s Kurighdunaq, my cousin Zaybirs’s clan. My mother’s sister Qizrahi married into it, to everyone’s surprise. It’s unusual to marry out-tribe like that—made quite a stir when she brought her herds int……