"Leave them. We have to go now." Pel couldn't use one if she tried, with only her left hand free. They are on the perimeter of the camp anyway, and won't get another chance like this if they stop to pick up their things.

Her eyes, clear and bright through the blood on her face, meet Herian's.

"The horses are this way. I'm going to get them. You take Sina and run as fast as you can and I will meet you on my way back."