Chapter 18A rap on the door to his room awakened Niall, the second morning after Renard and the others had gone to deliver Symounde’s messages. No light shone through his small window, which told him it must be before sunrise. Yawning, he went to see who was there.
It was Renard, who said, “If you are coming with us, you had best get moving.”
“I didn’t…I was afraid…You’re back!” Niall said as he hurried to dress for the day, tying back his hair with a murmured, “I truly do need to see a barber.”
Renard chuckled. “I am back, I was successful, thank the gods, and you should have known I wouldn’t leave you behind. You might want to use the privy, however.”
“I do. I will.” Niall hurried off the take care of business, thankful he hadn’t had to argue for his being included. When he returned,
