CHAPTER 52
The four men had the kazr disassembled in the morning faster than Penrys could have imagined. There was nothing useful she could do with one hand occupied with a crutch, so she took herself out of their way and waited.
When they brought the horses in at last from their sheltered meadow, she swung herself over to greet her five horses from the valley, and the leopard-spotted mare and the dun almost knocked her off her crutch in their enthusiastic shoving.
They couldn’t fatten on the poor winter grazing, but they seemed livelier for the rest of several days. “We’ll make those your string,” Najud said, as he began rigging the pack gear. “Not the two you rode—those’ll go bare.”
She grimaced. “I had to put them through a lot. I don’t know who they belong to, but I’ll buy them if
