Once More A Desert-Child

The spice-winds were fierce that day - they blew roughly through the caravan, fluttering robes and tugging at hair. Cassia smiled at its sharp scent but did not change her course. A lesser trader would have turned to find the wind's tail and the grove that lay there, but Cassiara Baysan was no lesser trader. Her mother, the great Trader Safa Baysan, had passed on many secrets before her death, and the most valuable of all had been the trick of the spice-hunt.