CHAPTER 20
“You didn’t sleep.”
Iko’s accusing whisper penetrated the gray light of a new day.
“You should have asked me to help you lie down.”
“I dozed just fine the way I was,” Penrys lied. She’d watched with her one good eye as the dim light gradually revealed the children bundled under their blankets. Tarroak had wriggled against her like a puppy. Hakkur was a restless sleeper, but Ju Ochim was decorous and unmoving. They’d looked so small to her, so vulnerable.
She could smell rain on the way, as she’d waited for dawn, and she thought of them, on the run with their heavy packs and their ill-assorted clothing. They’d find no friends in Glymbeod, if Bilget was right about his clan-kin, and most of them had foreign faces. What would become of them?
I can’t leave them for Bilget’s ex
