Chapter Eight
On her first full day back at the keep, Darna took a short walk into the village to check on the breakwater. On the way back, she stopped at Kinner’s mother’s cottage to ask after the priestess Ciffolga.
“She’s not here,” Kinner’s mother said. “What is it you’re wanting?” She was kneading dough for bread. She scarcely looked up, as if willing Darna to go away.
“I’d like some of the priestesses’ tea,” Darna said.
“Like the peresi use?” Kinner’s mother kept working on her bread, but her movements slowed.
Darna nodded.
“Come back tomorrow. I’ll have it on the window ledge. One large Anamat bead for two moon-rounds’ worth.”
The price was higher than Darna had expected, but she’d never had to pay for it before; she’d always just taken some from the temple or from Myril’s st
