Chapter 19
Varazda took a few swallows from the flask and passed it back without comment. He levered himself up to his feet.
“We’d better press on,” he said tonelessly.
“Yes.”
They picked their way to the bottom of the garden. The clouds were over the moon again, and they both trod on onions and nearly tripped. They got over the wall and back into the vineyard.
Damiskos paused, holding up a hand for Varazda to wait. He listened, straining for any sounds of pursuit. There was nothing.
“I don’t think they’re following us,” he said finally. “But let’s lie low in the vineyard for a little so that if they do come after us, we won’t be out in the open. And we can take a rest. Let’s get down a few terraces, find a hidden corner, and just sit.”
He rather expected Varazda to protest, and was
