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Having kohl drawn around my eyes to walk down the mountain road seemed like a foolish thing to do―the kind of vanity that would have driven Lily absolutely mad, and I myself would have laughed at, before I had a healthy fear of soldiers recognizing me and wanting me hanged.
But the men driving the caravan of wagons heavy with barrels of chamb didn’t seem to think the paint and powder I wore was foolish when they offered us a ride north.
I pushed aside the fear that nibbled at my chest and gratefully accepted the ride, careful to keep the men in sight even though Finn sat by my side.
One of the men had a map of Ilbrea and let Finn and me study the roads we’d need to take to reach the Lir Valley.
The path he showed us did not ease my worry.
Liam had given Finn a bag of coins, which
