Chapter 8If Phoebe had expected me to find this fascinating, she would have been disappointed, but the sky-ship was something I had long since consigned to the bottom of my list of priorities. As we continued down river, through blessedly deserted fields and coppices, the daylight gradually fading, the leader of the two smugglers — presumably the Captain Staurakios named in the letter — eventually addressed me:
“Tell me”, he asked, sternly. “Were you intending to travel all the way to Alexigrad with us, or would it suit you better to proceed alone?”
“We travel together,” answered Andronikos, to my surprise, in a strained but resolute voice. By way of explanation, he turned his head to me and spoke in a softer tone: “I don’t know what you have done that earned you the ire of the delators.
