Chapter 94.4
Eberg may be dead, Ursa, but life still goes on,” he said. “I’ll just join the other castle provisioners at the tradesmen’s entrance. And you know, I do need to get these toys back. I was supposed to have delivered them the other day but I had to wait for supplies before I could finish the repairs. And truth be told, I need the money. I’ve Tamas’s wages to pay and, well … Zandakar didn’t exactly come cheap.” “That’ll teach you to buy strange men off foreign slave ships,” she said, typically unsympathetic. “And what about my patients, Jones? They’re waiting for me. I suppose you’ve forgotten all about them !” Oh. Yes. Her patients. He had forgotten. Embarrassed, he stared at the floor. It needed sweeping, curls of pale pinewood and driftings of sawdust. How Hettie would grumble if she wer
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