Chapter Two
Garlands of flowers hung the length of Myril’s street, dangling from every window, bright against gray stone and whitewashed walls. Above, the sky was clear and calm, a perfect Midsummer Eve. Darna had been in Myril’s room for two full nights and a day, and its welcoming walls were beginning to close in, the drapes confining rather than comforting, the air stifling.
She couldn’t stay there forever. At midday, Tevan would be coming to her room. If she weren’t there to meet him, he might sound some kind of alarm, which would not do at all. Besides, she did want to say goodbye, regardless of whether or not she could convince him to go along with her plans. No matter what he said about her brilliance, he didn’t like taking suggestions from her.
She was waiting for Eppie to arriv
