“Why on earth did you go in town? Didn’t you think it could be dangerous? And it was! You could have been killed! That was damn thoughtless of you; what would I have done with all these papers!”
One raised eyebrow on my part was not enough, or perhaps I was getting a hangover. But by the time he was ready to yank the door open, which made Moshi and another steward standing there listening to us fall inside, we were both shouting at the top of our lungs. “Fine!” and “Fine then!” were the last two things we shouted before the door slammed, with the two stewards inside with me.
“I’m going to drink poison!” I shouted, hoping he could still hear me.
“Go ahead!” came a muffled reply.
“Good,” said Moshi, grabbing a washcloth and wiping my tears with it. “The fighting has started already. It w
