CHAPTER 21
Zandaril puzzled over Penrys’s behavior well into their simple meal of grain cakes and smoked fish. What was she doing way up the slope, as though she were about to run off somewhere or meet someone?
He cast around and found no other people, no refugees from the cove below, and no Rasesni prowling this high up.
All through dinner Penrys had seemed lost in thought. When he raised an eyebrow at her, as she wiped her plate clean, she flushed and commented, “A cook who could ride and sing, with a strange fondness for leather. Can’t see that that’s much help.”
He snorted, but Tak Tuzap was completely stumped, and stared at her.
She glanced at him. “Never mind—something Zandaril said to me earlier. Now, whose turn is it?”
They’d started to tell stories of an evening, to spend th
