Chapter 31
WHEN THE FIELDS became smaller, and the houses closer together, Milleus found it harder to concentrate. His mood swung wildly between melancholy and fear. He hadn’t been this way for so long, and all these people who might recognise his face made him nervous. What if they booed him and chased him out of the city? The peasants might listen to his arguments, but the folk in the city would be more cynical. They were, after all, the ones who had cheered when Destran had deposed him and at times, especially at night when he lay in bed staring at the ceiling in the van, he could still hear that cheering.
He fell into a brooding silence, but the youngsters didn’t seem to notice. They found so much to look at or express their wonder about.
Then they crested the last hill of the plate
