Antyza hummed to herself as she strode along beside Runa. She felt somehow lighter, more relaxed.

Absently, she felt the long knife made of bronze that was tucked into the folded cloth that served as her belt under her poncho. She hadn’t had a need of it yet, but it was always nice to know where it was in case she did.

She would probably need nothing of it at all as Runa was taller than most men Antyza had met and probably twice as strong. Antyza hadn’t touched ...