Eventually I took the bota back and did the same.

Her gaze was level as she tossed the bota back.

She managed that, then thrust the bota back at me.

Del dug up another bota and gave it to me.

About how a drinking man is nothing more than a puppet to the bota.

She peeled the bota back, tipped it off my face.

From behind she slung a bota, which landed next to me.

Yet that very night the lion took one of Bota's calves.

After a moment Del did the same for the dun, using water from her last bota.

And then, bowing deeply, offered the old man the bota.

I dropped the bota and rose, turning my back on the cairn.

She sat silently in her saddle, watching the bota spin.

Eventually Del made her way back to the blanket, clutching a water bota.

I grabbed a bota and sucked down more water, then made the effort to climb to my feet.

After a moment Del lifted the bota to examine my expression.

I stuffed clothing, bota, and wooden sword back into the space.

I thrust myself off the ground, hooking the bota beneath one arm.

She accepted a bota from the man, pressed it into Adara's hands.

She put out a hand for the bota.

Then she stopped herself and handed the bota back, staring at one dampened hand.