“It will be a long journey,” the Dwarali lord said gruffly. “But we’ll rig a chariot for you, princess. Something suitable.” “Dwarali women ride, don’t they?” “We all ride,” he told her. “Man, woman, or any soul between.” “It is a shame I do not have their skill,” she said. “This skill your Dwarali women possess.” “Skills are learned, princess,” he said. “I think you will gain them swiftly enough.” He spoke with a respect that verged on reverence. Malini simply nodded, eyes fixed on the distance, and kept on walking.
