Chapter Eight
There aren’t many private places on a Roman Five. The oar decks are open from bow to stern. There are no captain’s quarters below, nor a wheelhouse on the top deck. No place for a couple to escape prying eyes. However, desire always finds a way.
In the infirmary, Cateri changed the bandage on Sixwar’s knife wound.
The two of them talked in Turkic Oghuz, their native language, as she worked. They probably spoke of their homeland and people.
Sixwar listened and responded to Cateri, but his eyes were on Kady where she sat on a bedside, applying maggots to a sailor’s infected leg wound.
“Well,” Kady said, “that’s the last of my little buddies.”
She stood, covering her clay bowl with a cloth. “I’m going to the animal boat to dig up some more.”
Sixwar heard her words but und
