Future PerfectChapter 16
It took several hours to pick up the raiding party's trail. Despite the comforting bulk of the heater in the pocket of my robe, I felt less than enthusiastic about the task I'd set myself. I guessed that the Trogs had already crossed over to the other side of the river, and I looked for some means to follow without risking the fast flowing currents. Half a mile further north was a fording point, where the river was shallower, and a number of large stones had been placed at regular...