The following morning, Asphodel packed her meagre belongings, dressed in her best white robe, and set off for the caravanserai.
Her friends accompanied her. Tonlo carried her pack, shivering in the cool air. Shimilla was in tears. Ril and Brivid walked on each side of Asphodel, while Hayen comforted Shimilla.
Ril put her arm around Asphodel and hugged her. “I hope you’ll still come to our wedding.”
Asphodel gave a watery smile. “Of course I will. Even if I have to leave without permission.”
Brivid laughed. “That’d be like you. You would do what you think is right, regardless.” He hugged her in turn. “That’s your strength. Don’t forget it.”
Asphodel looked up at him. “We should all do what is right. Even if it means getting into trouble.”
They arrived at the caravanserai all too soon.
