Chapter Eleven
SARI’S STORY
A gust of warmth brushed Sari’s face as she pushed aside the marquee door. The bittersweet aroma of Tam’s latest cooking experiment – the sweet-rash honey-cakes, was enticing.
Andel staggered a little. “Oh! I feel quite giddy.”
“Giddy?” She caught her elbow. “It must be that potion Ubaid gave you. Here, let’s sit by the fire.” She helped Andel lower herself onto the same durable strap-tree bole they’d often used during their last stay – broad enough for comfort and just long enough for three.
Tam caught her eye and glanced across to the tea-making things on the counter.
She gave a quick smile then returned her attention to her charge. Soon she heard the clatter of twigs and the gurgle of simmering water poured into cups.
When the tea arrived, she tried to
