Haft asked. He let his horse turn to face away from the hot wind blowing from the north, but held the reins so it didn’t begin to move south. “I don’t know,” Spinner murmured. The wind that whipped around them tore the words from his mouth and cast them away almost before Haft could hear them. His horse wanted to face south as well. The road they’d followed into the root of the Princedons meandered into the southern fringe of the Eastern Waste, where it merged with the southwestern corner of the Low Desert. For two days the lack of trees or other high growth had allowed long sight lines and they hadn’t bothered to put out scouts. They were in an arid land covered with tough grasses and spotted with low-lying shrubs. Here and there stunted, twisted, trees endured a hard life. Spinner looked slowly side to side, along the paths of the two trails that forked from where they stood. The left fork continued east and a little bit north, leading into a rising land that turned sere so abruptly a sharp brown line marked the place of change.
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