He turned back to me. “You look near to having heat stroke, Clara. So does Flame. Take her to a stream so you can both cool down, then make your way home when you can. Brown’s Brook is close by. Take a rest there awhile, Daughter, in the shade. You have earned one today.”
Joss shook the reins to start Fury towards home. I watched the whisky disappear down the road, and then slid off Flame. “You deserve a rest, too, my friend. Let us walk together as slowly as we please back to Brown’s Brook.”
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