CHAPTER 49
Najud and Haraq improvised a carrier out of the low worktables from each kazr, bound end to end, and used that to bring her into Najud’s kazr.
“Leave her on it?” Haraq suggested to Najud. “Easier to tend her that way.”
Najud shook his head. “Too hard to lie on for long. We’ve got room in here—let’s just stretch some canvas on the rugs and put her there, then stash the tables in the back. I’ll take care of her.”
He scanned her mind—she was asleep, almost unconscious. That was the best thing for her. He made sure she was warm enough, and then left her there.
As soon as he emerged back into the afternoon sunlight with Haraq, his eye fell on a tableau of Munraz arguing quietly with his uncle. Jiqlaraz had a cup in his hand and had just been crouched down giving the girl a drink
