Chapter Twenty–Five
THE FOLLOWING DAY, Dagonet waited on the bridge for half an hour and spent at least half that time looking at his watch. He didn’t know where Kate was. She usually came here after giving the children their morning lesson. Now it was nearly time for the mid–day meal and she was still nowhere in sight.
He hated to admit how much he looked forward to their daily chats here. Some of them weren’t exactly pleasant—he still felt a little guilty about pointing out her duty to her aunt to her—but meeting with her, speaking with her, spending time with her every day had rather grown on him.
And they’d missed too many of these meeting recently—between the funeral the day before and her excursion to assist her aunt with her magic. He had been especially looking forward to seeing
