| the exercise," I patted my now amazingly thinner waistline. "I
must have been out longer than I thought," I muttered for my own benefit.
"What's that ya say? Been 'sleep for a while have ya? Explains yer burns. Yer lucky there wasn't a Fall, for you'da been devoured in yer sleep," he paused, "Know how long ya been out?" "No. What day is it? I've lost track of time," I asked as I looked up at the sky. "Well, tomarra is that Telgar Wedding." "Invited?" I inquired to draw him from making any conclusions about me. "Me? Why, no! Why would I be invited? I'm not that important," the expression on his face told of the confusion he had just experienced by being asked such an outlandish notion. He now looked at me with his head canted and said, "Where ya from? I can't make out yer colors," he gave me the most cursory inspection that one can make from that height, "let alone find'em!" "I'm from nowhere near here, of that I'm certain," it was the truth -just not all of it, "What of you, kind sir?". "I'm no sir I'll tell you. I'm from a Cot aligned to here, about a day's travel South and West. Slowly a'course," he let out a whoop pointing at his beasts, since they were the object of his jibe. "I see what you mean. I fell scorched," boy was I sunburned, but yet I didn't feel burned so I must have tanned during my sleep -and rather evenly too. "I've not any numbweed, but don't ya worry. We'll be at the Hold soon enough." Another minute passed and he said, "I'd still offer ya the ride, but we're nearly there," I followed his gaze and I too saw the Fire Heights that top the Hold's cliff face looming up over the next hill. He |
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