26
FARES
Fares leaves Yurka. Tomas goes with him, but Wolfegang will not. He will stay and slay a Fire Scale, he says.
He’s finished his Histories, he says.
Now he knows how it’s done.
It will not be hard.
Most Champions probably cannot read.
Fares scoffs, and weeps a little, but he’s had too many tankards. He cannot put one princely foot in front of the other.
“Just to the next town,” Tomas says, and climbs into the carriage behind him. “Just until you’re sober, Fares.”
Fares thinks that he’s sweet.
And a better friend than Wolfe.
And he wants to bed him, besides. But he falls asleep instead, head nestled in Tomas’s lap, and Tomas’s hand in his hair, while a Night Beast creeps after their carriage.
