She turned away without a word.
The whole camp was taking down equipment and packing it away as they
broke camp for the day's journey. Borla's scouts had finally found a
way ahead, through the thick foliage interspersed by broad grasslands,
that led up into the mountains, and hopefully down through them again
into the distant land of Noah.
Si'Wren inspected her horse's hooves one by one, cleaning and caring
for them as she had been taught, while several men took down her tent
and camp gear for her and stowed it away on a pack animal.
She always saw personally to the packing of her writing kit. She had a
small stack of thin clay tablets in their bamboo frames, three of which
went in a durable bamboo box in a saddle bag strapped on her mount, in
order to have them ready for use on a moment's notice. Being Scribe was
not a responsibility to be taken lightly.
While men and horses formed up into long columns, Si'Wren finished her
own preparations and prepared to mount up. She had managed so far to be
always ready before the others, lest they complain.
Borla was standing with several of his captains, as they discussed with
him the anticipated route and possible obstacles that might be
encountered today.
Emperor Euphrates sat on a pile of cushions in front of his tent,
before which stood his royal camel bedecked and festooned with all the
tassels and ornamentation of it's kingly station.
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