Chapter 20
They lay quietly under the stars on the grassy gravel of their little corner of the vineyard. Soon they would need to get up and return to the women’s camp. It was plain no one was coming after them from the villa; the students were probably still too busy fighting among themselves.
Varazda seemed in no hurry to get up and dress, which Damiskos had expected he might be, embarrassed after Damiskos’s confession.
“Do you ever think about going back to Zash?” Varazda asked presently. “It sounds as if you were happy there.”
“Yes, I was. But no, I don’t. Zash was done with me. I miss it, though. Do you?”
“Miss Zash? Of course.” He smiled faintly. “I miss the palace at Gudul. I miss my friends there, and riding in the mountains, and trivial things, food that you can’t get in Bouko
