It wouldn’t be hard to untangle them, but Zo would rather have her fingers go numb than risk falling off the horse. The scarf drawn tight over her eyes has not only taken away her sight, but also some of her balance. Ever since she sent the message to Cosmas, Ochus has blindfolded her during their travels, chaining her up at night to a tree, pocketing the key, and sleeping out of her reach. The scarf cuts into the bridge of her nose, but at least it keeps the sweat from dripping into her eyes. The sun hammers the top of her head like a hot fist. Without sight, Zo is forced to sharpen her other senses. She counts the strides of the horse, counts away the seconds, minutes, hours until they reach...what? The fake Pegasus? The Spirit Eaters? Will the adventure end when the child in her belly grows bigger than a secret? Or will it end when a gallant Cosmas appears to rescue her? Even if her message did somehow manage to get to him, she wonders how, in all these countless miles of farms and fields, woods and hills, he could ever find her.
