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Astra thought about where she was for fifteen minutes. The trail was overgrown and difficult to follow in places. Perhaps this was to be expected, as traffic south from Allaria had stopped. It was possible that she had taken a different path than she had thought after crossing Hershey Saddle. Changes in foot traffic may have blazed new trails. However, she had to have been headed away from Allaria. She was definitely going south in relation to the sun. Besides, the general trend of the track was going downhill, as she would expect. On the other hand, the "Master" who sent her and Fred into the strange swamp and eventually the throne room of Allaria could be toying with her. If that were the case, she was in trouble. But as she could do little about it, she had to act as if that were not true. She took an inventory. The meat might last a week - she had dried it into a jerky, and it would stay preserved. Water and forage for the horses did not appear to be a concern. Her clothes were quite warm, and she had a blanket. She did not have any good hunting weapons. The short weighted stick would do in a pinch if she had to defend herself from a hostile man, but she would have to use her ingenuity if she were in these woods much longer. Keeping to the south and downhill was the key. If she could find a creek, she could, perhaps with difficulty, follow it. It would inevitably end in a farm or hamlet, and she could find her way to the known world. Fortunately, it was early. She set out toward the south, toward threading her way through where the trees were least dense. She hoped that the forest would not become impassible. Just before noon, the downhill grade became much steeper. It would be impossible for her to ride on. She could hear the trickling noises of a river in the distance.
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