The sun sets over the western peaks as we gallop out of the gate. We ride in a single file with two guards leading our way and two guards closing our line, courtesy of Lanying and her ever present suspicion. Upon meeting Karma’s mother this morning, she stepped in without hesitation and grilled the poor woman until my toes curled numb in my boots. So much for needing an introduction to a high-ranking lady—as usual, Lanying ignored all décor.
Karma’s mother showed great patience—he must get it from her. She answered all Lanying demanded, and more. Yet Lanying’s distrust isn’t satisfied, and she instructed her guards to stay with us at all times.
“It’s her,” I said to Karma when we came back to the inn this morning. He was waiting in the kitchen, as he promised, with Dendup at his side.
