Chapter 16-4
“I could do it,” he said, with a shy sort of eagerness. “With your permission, of course.” “What if milord Jamie isn’t home?” Pawl quizzed him. “His servants will know where he is,” Nudge replied. “I’ll ask one of them to direct me to him.” “Well said!” He clapped the youngling on the back, then turned to Lathwi. “Well,” he asked then, “what do you say?” Lathwi handed the note to Nudge. “It’s important,” Pawl cautioned, “so don’t dawdle.” “I won’t,” he promised, and went dashing off toward the gate. A plume of tawny dust rose up behind him; and when it finally settled again, he was nowhere to be seen. “He’s a good lad,” Pawl commented, seemingly unaware of the fond half-smile that graced his mouth. “He’ll be a good soldier someday.” A thin, grim line superseded that smile then. His
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