CHAPTER EIGHT SmartweedGalveston allowed Awamutu to guard me and I felt safer knowing Kuiti’s loyalist supporter held the key to my chamber. I grew used to the sound of his heavy boots scraping against the floorboards outside my door as he stood on sentry duty. I heard bee noises in my dreams and they comforted me. The gentle, lyrical buzz sometimes permeated my days though I didn’t look for the owner, knowing my imagination played games with me. At night, Kuiti’s warm breath heated my back, his ghost providing comfort his living form never managed. Boredom made me surprisingly tired though my nights proved restless. I heard voices in my sleep which soothed me. Those I loved; Bliss, Limah and Lily.
Galveston paid regular visits, but only during the lightest part of the day when the temper
