CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
They pressed on quickly after the inn, with Sophia glancing behind them every so often to make sure no one would follow once they’d found their bravery at the bottom of a beer flagon.
There was no sign of anybody following, though. Maybe they’d decided that the young man at the inn had deserved everything that had happened to him. More likely, Sophia guessed, they simply didn’t want to risk the trouble. She had no illusions about what kind of world this was. In her experience, people cared a lot less about justice than they did about their own safety.
What did it say, that this was such a cruel place? Sophia couldn’t help wondering if it was the result of the wars, or the kind of example the royal court set, or something else. Maybe the whole world was like this, and
