Sendre kept looking at him anxiously in the carriage. Throwing sharp little glances at her husband when she thought he was not looking. And all three of his little river-eyed plagues were being a nightmare this day. The children normally travelled well, even cooped up in the carriage together. Today they were fidgeting and plaguing each other, all elbows and ankles, shoving and whining until his taut temper was fraying beyond repair. He had shouted the lot of them down until Cerissa’s lips wobbled tearfully, Jonnah stared woodenly ahead and Sylas glared defiance at the countryside beyond but at least they were quiet again.
By all the Fae, it felt like he had been on the road half a year or more, up and down to Holdfast and the peninsula beyond. Was it too much to ask for a man to spend s
