The next morning, twenty-one new clay bowls were sitting by the fire.
“Where did these come from?” Autumn asked as she rinsed her cup and poured some coffee.
“They’re for you,” Karina said. “That woman from court, who almost lost her hand, brought them last night. My shift on guard duty was midnight to two. She came around one-thirty.”
“How about that.” Autumn sipped her coffee. “Now I need to find that man and his wife.”
“Probably Tin Tin knows them.”
Autumn inspected one of the bowls. “She even put some decoration around the sides of this one.”
Karina sat beside her and took the bowl. After a moment, she laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Two thousand years from now, some egghead archeologist will dig up this bowl and make wild assumptions about how we lived in the Iron Age.”
“Yeah? W
