Just as vast too, and as I felt my buttocks protest with each lurch of the camel, I cursed myself for agreeing to Linn's plan. Our train of beasts included twelve pack mules and eight camels. We had more supplies than we needed, and given the relentless sun scorching us like a phoenix, I was glad of it. The wide-brimmed hat of Minoban fleece kept my face shadowed, but the scale-mail baked like an oven and the camel's gait was very different from what I was used to riding a horse. The animal's droopy lips and impossibly large eyes reminded me a little of Linn, though I didn't dare voice the comparison. We trundled from one line of dunes to the next, the wind's constant shriek almost the only thing we had to keep us company. For several days we continued this numbing pattern, my backside sorer by the day, until finally like a mirage I saw the speck in the distance which had to be the village of Asmyra. Linn had been lagging behind, but now he rode up beside me. "Are you sure about this plan?" I said.
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