Chapter 6It was close to midnight when Frye collapsed into a chair, his clothes drenched with sweat. It’d been a very long time since he’d danced for so long. Usually he performed his two special dances, then was on his way. This felt refreshing, despite his exhaustion. It was nice to let his body release its tension.
“One more,” shouted someone in the crowd. It had dwindled as the evening had progressed, but there were still quite a few who wanted to be entertained.
“I can’t,” Frye admitted. He had plans to perform his special dances later and he needed some energy to use that magic. “Besides, I think my brother fell asleep.”
Markle was laying his head atop a table, his lute beside his face. The kid had been amazing, skillful and a natural performer. He’d given the crowd everything the
