Chapter 21
Maggie sat with Bertrand in the Fireside. The children weren’t running around or playing while the village traveled this time. Even the smallest among them seemed to know something terrible was coming.
“I hate feeling like this.” Maggie tore her hunk of bread into tiny little crumbs. “I hate not being able to help. I wish we could at least row.”
“We aren’t as skilled as they are,” Bertrand said. “They will move more quickly and safely without our help.”
“Then what exactly are we supposed to help them with?” Maggie banged her fists on the table.
A tiny boy whimpered.
“Sorry,” Maggie muttered, “but what exactly are we supposed to be doing to help? I’m just figuring out how to use magic here, we don’t know how the Enlightened are going to attack, we can’t even help row the da
