Elna nodded. “But I don’t know where he goes at night, not most times. I don’t want to argue with him, or with you, but I don’t want to go on that ship again.”
“Neither do I, but we might have to.”
“But the other…” Elna stopped abruptly as Giri returned.
“A half-moon,” Giri announced as he climbed back onto the dock. “That means we have until two nights before Midsummer. We have time, they say, plenty of time. You know how to get into the palace?” he asked Darna.
“How hard can it be?” she said. “The governor’s men are idiots, just like the watch. Let’s go see if we can sell some junk to the drudges at the palace kitchen.”
She had the beginnings of a plan, but she didn’t like the assignment. It would land them in jail or worse if it went wrong or if the Cereans were lying. They probabl
