Chapter Thirteen
When Sunna returned, she was carrying Darna’s pack and a long, hooded cloak. They said nothing until they passed through the side house and were out on the streets again. “Thorat’s making arrangements for the journey,” she said. “I was wondering, though; how did you cross the mountains? Surely, you weren’t alone.”
Darna shook her head. “I rode horseback. I know it’s a sacrilege, but it got me here.”
“Do you suppose you can walk back?”
Darna paused where she stood, at the intersection just up from the bridge, on the temple side. The bath had helped, but even the short walk across town was making her back tired. She shook her head. “I hadn’t really thought about how I was going to get back.”
“Well, think fast,” Sunna said. “You’re supposed to set out from Raina’s house
