The Door Into Fire
“For proof of this, examine yourself or any other member of the human race closely—and then laugh along with Her.
Deeds of the Heroes, 18, vi “I thought you said it was just another fifteen miles.”
“Well, I thought it was…”
“Maybe the river changed its banks.”
“The Stel? Unlikely. Maybe I got us lost.”
“Likely.”
The eight of them rode along through country that was becoming increasingly inhospitable. The gently rolling scrub country of southern Steldin had given way to near-desert terrain. It was afternoon, and hot. A steady, maddening east wind blew dust into their eyes, and into their horses’ eyes, down their collars and up their sleeves, into their boots and even into their undertunics. Even the most casual movement would sand some part of the body raw.
Herewiss sighed. For the past two hours Freelorn had been straining his eyes toward the horizon, swearing at himself for having lost the river.
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