“It’s been five years, Rindargeth. Five years today.”
“I know, child.”
“And I know nothing more now than I did the day you brought me here.” The night, rather—I remembered it well, cold stone and starlight, a dragon’s blazing eyes in the darkness.
That same dragon tilted his head at me now, making an attempt at light-heartedness. “You know that I am not going to eat you, which you did not know then.”
“True.” I smiled, glancing up from the trousers I was patching.
Not mine, of course; like any self-respecting lady, I wore skirts, though at the moment only a linen shift. I should have been chilled, dressed so lightly; the autumn breeze was strong at this height, and the sun had only just begun to peer over the treetops. Rindargeth, though, carried enough fire within him to radiate throu
