CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I nudged Ben’s arm as we followed our guide into the dense forest. “How many people around here know about you?”
“Only Dugal and Deor. And my aunt, of course.”
“So you didn’t put an ad in the paper advertising yourself?”
He grinned. “Not yet, but that’s a tempting offer. I could thief all the cattle and sheep, and none would be the wiser.”
“I couldn’t allow that, old friend,” Deor countered as he looked over his shoulder with his eyes twinkling. “Where would we get our supply of food?”
I lifted an eyebrow. “You do that?”
He laughed and shook his head. “Not for a couple of generations, though my grandsire told me tales of a midnight raid on the town in his youth with a few of his friends. He managed to pillage a prized turkey from Feormere’s business before
