For three days it had rained. It made no difference to Lile. It could have been the hottest day of the hottest summer. The trees could have been heavy with fruit, the fields awash with wildflowers, and she would still be lying indoors.
She had a broken leg, bandaged up, secure and unbendable in a splint. Danel had told her that she had thrown herself off a platform and fallen the height of three men shortly after speaking with him in that cloud of smoke. It was difficult for Lile to comprehend doing such an act. Jumping off a building in a rage was the behaviour of a lunatic and it was with great grief that she was coming to realise that the lunatic was she.
She lay in a hut, suspended in the air by a large cottish tree, staring at the ceiling. Not a drop of rain passed through the exp
