She knocked. Inside, she heard a shuffling, then Kinner’s mother opened the curtain.
“Lady Planner,” she said. “Come in. I didn’t know if you would come. Kinner was just here and he told me that you were leaving. I wondered why.”
Darna shrugged and gave her more or less the same excuse she’d given the foreman. “But I do need to speak with Ciffolga. I thought it would be better to come here first rather than go to her place.”
Kinner’s mother’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. I see the sense in that. I’ll go find her.”
For a moment, Kinner’s mother was silhouetted by the sun coming through her back door. The light made her look less like a common villager and more like a priestess. Darna wished that she could ask how she’d learned her craft of cooking and healing, and if she’d been at the old templ
