Darna sighed. “Forget the breadlines, then. I’d better go there first.” She would have to, if she was going to get the dye before she met Giri and Elna.
“Be careful!” Myril called after her as she hurried away.
Darna made a vague gesture in response. What was worrying Myril now?
Midsummer was less than a moon-round away. The guilds of Anamat had filled their warehouses, dusted their lintels, polished their floors, and opened their halls to traders. If they were starting to take note of future apprentices they didn’t show it, not that Darna could see. The streets had seemed busy to the new scrapplings when they first arrived but now they were more crowded than Darna could have imagined then, less than two moon-rounds before. The market squares were thronged with people, even early in the
