Chapter 133
The covered cart became my new domain. Each morning I was forced in to sit on crates all day. They didn't stop for pee breaks. I was only allowed during stops for the horses, as though my bladder and stomach were also horses to tend to. Though the food could hardly be called quality, they gave me plenty of it, implying they weren't stupid enough to keep their healing machine low on fuel.
The cart was as uncomfortable as the first day. It creaked loudly and bounced on every rock. I all but begged to be allowed to walk along side it and was only allowed on the third day when I threatened the men around me with broken legs, since my magic could go over distance to a dragon just fine. They had let me keep my boots, so walking wasn't as bad, especially since the spring sun was often covered by clouds, keeping the weather on the colder side.