Masina shifted on the hard bench. Even the generous pile of furs could not keep the stiffness out of her back.<br/><br/>Propping her head up with her palm, arm bent at the elbow, she noticed Quintus still at the helm. He seemed lost in thought and the slave shackled near her was slouched as if sleeping, if restlessly.<br/><br/>She debated waking her. Maybe she would, surely the girl would need to void by now. For that matter, so did she, she realized cussing softly.<strong>"Damn it all." </strong><br/><br/>Her sharp eyes scanned the barge and noticed not a single way such things could be handled gracefully.<br/><br/>Glaring at Quintus as if he were to blame she barked,<strong>"Are we there yet?"</strong><br/><br/>