These boots are made for walking

Morning came again, and the animals were looking very refreshed, not enough to try to strap the last three bosk to a wagon, but perhaps after a day's rest just three could handle pulling one that was light. Tunnuk made these things..I have no idea what to call them. Using some wood from a wagon it was almost like a cart with no wheels, yet like the homemade slave yokes we had yesterday. He had leather bound across two poles, and was having the girls put things in them to be dragged as we walked back to the stream. I only packed what I could carry for myself. I hated leaving my hope chest behind, but I took just another light dress, my book I couldn't read, both of the stuffed sleens, and still had my dagger, shears, and keys on my belt. I put on thick verr wool socks for my feet were sore from the last walk. In another bag, I put some dried grass, dung and flint to start a fire with. Finally packed salt, some flour, and picked all but one peach from my peach tree I didn't really want to leave behind. The girls had some more poles and the canvases taken off the other wagons. We could make tents with them for our few days rest by the stream. Tunnuk carried all his weapons on him, and we put cooking pots and kettles, along with furs to sit and sleep, along with other things needed just for daily life, like soap, mints, spices, and some of the meat left over from the roasted bosk yesterday.

It took longer getting there, as we had to get the animals moving and the slaves were hauling their own loads. I was exhausted and while the animals drank from the stream I took the time to soak my feet, while the slaves got the makeshift tents up and Tunnuk sat near me and talked about things on his mind, to get my thoughts on the plans or just my thoughts in general. He told me about the young men who attacked us. Plains people he said. I didn't know anything about them. He said there were different kinds, but he thought he heard the one that escaped with some of the silk slaves say something about, Paravaci or something that sounds like that. Weird name. I assumed it was the Warriors name. For our Warriors sometimes yelled out their names so the enemy will know who they couldn't kill. Made sense. He seemed very fascinated by the young men that died. He was amazed at how fast they were, and the strength they fought. He would have been honored to die by their hands. He pulled out the stringed leather thing with three weighted stones he said he pulled from the legs of one of the Bond's. Handing it to me, I have to honestly say, I had no idea what it was. Strange device to bind someone with. Tunnuk shrugged, assuming perhaps they thought our slaves weak and the stones would weight them down. I had to smile. I looked behind us and saw two tents up. He said one was for me, the other was for him and all the girls. I rolled my eyes as he chuckled. He got up to see about the meal so we could rest for the night, morning we would decide which way to head back. The thing about this strange land was...it was so flat. There were hills around, but nothing that mattered. Everything looked the same distance away. We could follow the stream, see where it spilled into. A bigger body of water meant a ship or barge would be close. That would get us home. But which way up the stream would be better? To see if the body of water was spilling into down stream, would be more vast, or upstream where it started? We had a few days to decide, I trusted Tunnuk. My life was in his hands, so the trust was there even if my heart still was only half beating in faith.