Chapter 7: CereansAnamat city, o’er flowing with bounty:
Come to me, never leave me.
Touch not the hand of the man across the sea,
for he is the dragons’ enemy.
– A song
After dark, they brought the piece of polished wood in through a culvert under the north wall. The next morning, the first of the Cerean merchants from the new ship stepped ashore.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Darna asked Giri.
He shook his head as a sailor sauntered past, giving them – especially Giri – an odd look.
“Take off your stupid hat!” Darna was so nervous she hadn’t even noticed that Giri was wearing it again. It marked him as one of them, and they would ask questions. Elna snatched it off his head before he could protest and stuck it inside her cloak. He tried to get it back, but she kept it just
