Dragon In The Needles by Bruce Leslie

Author:Bruce Leslie [Leslie, Bruce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-20T22:00:00+00:00

13: Meena Falls Ill

The Lump held his hand in front of his face and looked up at the sun. He closed one eye and gauged its position in the sky. It was just shy of halfway across, that meant the group had only been riding for about four hours. The path widened into a proper road at this point and allowed the mule and horse to ride abreast. This made communicating easier as everyone didn’t need to keep twisting back and forth to see one another. The day was a good bit warmer than the past two, but that could not be known by Meena’s condition. As the day’s temperature rose, she seemed to grow colder.

Meena had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders while she rode behind Flynn. Under the blanket she wore her heavy cloak with the hood pulled over her head. After the events at the bridge the day before, she had spent the evening getting dry by the fire. At the time she seemed quite well. However, when this day’s ride began, she didn’t seem to be her normal self. She remained mostly quiet, but the clicking of chattering teeth could be heard coming from her from time to time.

“Perhaps we should stop and build another fire.” Flynn addressed the Lump with his question, already knowing that Meena would refuse. “I think we have covered plenty of ground this morning.” He looked over his shoulder at the young lady behind him. “I can feel you shaking back there.” He looked back to the Lump. “Would you like to stop?”

“I suppose you’re right, Flynn.” The Lump twisted in his seat to look at the man riding beside him. “I could boil some water, a couple of steaming bowls of that would warm our bones.”

“It’s not necessary to stop…” Meena paused and drew a few labored breaths. “…I’m fine, we need to keep going.” She was huddled beneath her cloak and blanket.

“Now stop thinking about yourself.” The Lump looked at her, though all he could see was the heavy, green hood pulled over her head. “Tilley here needs a rest every once in a while. We’ve been riding hard for days now, I could use a little rest too.” He stretched his arms out in a feigned yawn.

“I think that settles the matter.” Flynn pulled back on Tracer’s reins and came to a stop at a clearing next to the road. “This looks like a fine spot for some refreshment.” He loosened a pouch of dried fruit from his horse’s saddle.

The Lump brought his mule to a halt next to the horse and slid down to the ground. “Flynn, would you mind attending to the fire?” He pulled his stew pot from a bag and held it out to Flynn. “You can heat some water in this, it’s clean.” He sat the pot on the grass in the clearing.

“Of course.” Flynn raised his leg over the saddle and hopped to the ground. “Here, Meena, let me help you off the horse.

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