CHAPTER 56
Half a mile before they reached the edge of the zudiqazd, Jirkat took charge of Winnajhubr’s pack-string and sent the young man ahead in the partial moonlight. Then he returned to his quiet conversation with Haraq. Penrys heard the name ‘Luram’ mentioned, Haraq’s sister.
She glanced aside at Munraz, who was licking his lips nervously. When she raised an eyebrow, he blurted out, “It’s not my clan. They won’t want outsiders here.”
“Not my clan, either,” Penrys said, matter-of-factly. “Umzakhilin adopted Najud in, so I suppose it’s his clan—I’m not sure how these things work in sarq-Zannib.”
An outsider’s perspective on the possibly quaint customs of his own people served its purpose in distracting Munraz from his anxiety.
The first faint fires of the evening came into view ah
