Chapter 23
THE SKY HAD turned deep blue, and the meltery’s owner had grown restless by the time the door opened, letting in a blast of cold air that made the fire in the stove flare up.
A group of Knights marched in and came to a halt before Rider Cornatan’s chair. Saluted.
One stepped forward and bowed. “The sled has arrived.”
“What took you so long?” Rider Cornatan’s voice sounded annoyed. He broke his glare at Jevaithi, which he had managed to maintain for much of the time he’d sat opposite her. Undressing her with his eyes.
“There’s a few houses on fire near the festival grounds, and the eagles had some trouble with the smoke, and when we got back, we had to come the long way. There are also too many people out to take the sled through the streets.”
Rider Cornatan raised an annoy
