11
An Unhappy Breakfast
Amlinn emerged from the wagon into the misty light of morning and, blinking and yawning, went in search of breakfast. She found Grandfather already seated at one of the trestle tables outside the cookwagon, and with him, to her surprise, was Petra. The Priest-Apprentice looked up at her and smiled. She felt her cheeks redden and ducked her head so he wouldn’t see.
She’d enjoyed talking to him the night before. She smiled with her head still lowered, remembering his delight and astonishment at the commonplace magic of the lightwand. He knew so little about the Freefolk and the Nightdwellers, but there were so many things he knew about life in the city and among the followers of Vekrin that she did not. It all made him intensely interesting.
She had nothing in com
