Knife~
Redan Connor
Lurago
Redan climbed to his bunk in the one-room cabin he shared with the old Nunyaehi healer and a lame Este whose skill at woodworking and competence with a needle and thread were enough to keep him fed. Both were too hard of hearing to complain about strange-headed Regio’s mutterings.
Regio, the royal. The master had given Redan his slave name, delighting in his cleverness at its choosing. He’d found it amusing, the rantings of the scrawny mixed-breed he’d bought at a bargain price, with his ridiculous delusions about being the son of a Rhynn noble, the nephew of a great mico, and even an acolyte of His Supreme Holiness himself.
Redan rolled to his back and blinked up at the planks of the low-hung roof. He waited for his escape that came with sleep. There was no
