Chapter 5
The sky was barely light when Benayeem woke. Through his window, open with a hint of breeze blowing the window cloth, he could see green streaks beginning to shoot out over the mountains, with pink and purple light edging the line of the hills. All around him was the music of the gently waking day, people stirring in their sleep, slowly coming to awareness, looking forward to the morning.
He stretched and smiled at the soothing music. Then he remembered the events of the previous day and frowned. He jumped up and got into his training clothes: soft pants that cinched at the ankles, a short tunic that wouldn’t catch on branches, and his ser wrapped around his head. His tall soft leather boots were last.
He padded down the hallway as silently as he could but caught sight of Isik
