Chapter Twenty Eight
Llandry was not surprised to find no trace either of her grandfather or Mags in Waeverleyne. She couldn’t really blame them for removing themselves from the city, since there wasn’t much else that her grandfather could have done in the later stages of the battle. But she might have respected him more if he had tried.
She spent the next few hours in a fever of impatience, missing Pensould sorely. Sigwide’s company cheered her; she learned from him that her father had never let the orting out of his sight, and had carried the creature around with good grace no matter what he was doing. Poor Siggy had gone hungry more than he was used to, of course, so she made up for this by feeding him some extra good things while she waited.
Watching the sun setting late in the afte
