CHAPTER 23
“Look at them,” Penrys said, and Najud turned his gaze to the children, seated on the ground not far from the gates and watching the prisoners go about their business inside.
More than a week had passed, and he worried each day about the anticipated arrival of more of Bilget’s wizards. They all counted on Penrys’s greater range to give them some warning.
We’re counting on her for too many things. For security whenever anyone approaches the wizards in the compound. For alerting us about visitors. She has to sleep sometimes. This isn’t stable—too many ways for it to blow up on us.
The children had taken to coming out each afternoon, like this, once their chores were done in the house and the garden and the byre, and after their riding lessons with Najud, turn and turnabout on
