Anglorae groaned. “Berries? Again?”
Kyosti didn’t have to see Sanji to know she looked murderous. “You can starve, if you’d rather,” she pointed out.
Anglorae groaned. “Berries? Again?”
Kyosti didn’t have to see Sanji to know she looked murderous. “You can starve, if you’d rather,” she pointed out.
They do, in fact, set out the next morning. The Seers are obviously anxious to be rid of them. As Kyosti had predicted, the Seers decided they would head up north into Sorn Iorn first, then catch the first available boat into Mayna or Tenash. It would be a long journey, but shorter than waiting for the long winter to pass.
Kyosti was inclined to forget the argument he’d had with Sanji when the morning came, and it seemed Sanji agreed; neither of them brought up either Rokolo or the Leopard Queen as they ate their meal of pickled eggs, steamed greens and root vegetables.
Eventually the Seers led them to a treehouse to sleep in. The crowd they led behind still murmured discontent against Galveston and her betrayal.