WORDS FROM THE WELL 41

They walked through the early hours of each morning, setting out before dawn and pressing on as far as they could before the climbing sun began to beat fiercely on their heads and shoulders. Through the heat of every day they would rest on the shaded side of a dune, spreading an awning of cloth above their heads and sharing a little of their dwindling water supply. When the sun began to vanish down the western slopes of the sky, they would stagger on until after dark. Everything they carried seemed to be growing heavier, even the leather water bottles and sacks of food, whose contents dwindled day by day.
Saranna in particular had no escape from the increasing weight of her own body. Hampered by her unfamiliar robes she frequently stumbled, to be caught up and encouraged by the indomitable Ar-Nen.

sue bridgwater

Dunes

 

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