Chapter five
The Mariner’s AbodeGeya can feel the Numen’s disapproval, so she replies defensively. Can’t I just come and visit sometimes? I don’t want anything except to sit at your feet and hear your wisdom.
After a short humorless laugh, she says dryly, You do amuse me, little one. What do you wish to know?
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When Arkady awoke, he found himself lying in a strange, cupboard-like bed, inside one of the caravans of the Firaithi. He stared up at the low ceiling, decorated with painted green flowers, and wondered how long he had been sleeping. Eira sat in a chair next to him, and she gave a relieved smile when she saw his eyes open. “Welcome back, Arkadios,” she said. It took a moment for him to realize she had addressed him in a language he understood.
Arkady gazed at her in surpr
