Cast Shadows - Part I, Chp. 6
The ride to the market was, above all things, a smell. Our bodies were pressed close and, as the sun rose higher, where we touched became lathered with the jostling of the wagon. We each wore a set of leather hobbles, and these made us sweat. We smelled the dust that clung to our coats, the heat that warmed the iron bars, and the aging wood that enclosed us. My nostrils were so close to my companions I could even smell their soggy despair, and I closed my eyes against the sight of them. The further we went in rocking, bumping silence, the more frightened I became. Because I could smell fear on those riding with me, my own heart beat faster. Because I could not guess what would happen, my skin was soaking with sweat. By the time the morning was well on her way and we had traveled an already long road, the smell of myself was the strongest of all.
Considering the distance we'd gone, I realized it wasn't to the marketplace of that city we were traveling but to another, perhaps even larger