Chapter 10Arthur got home at sundown, physically weary and aching but with a sense of rightness lacing his bones. He’d thrown himself into helping: not just overseeing bridge repair and the clearing of debris from the river, but getting in to the midst of it and hauling on ropes and carrying wood when asked. The engineers and artificers knew what they were doing, so he let them be in charge of the specifics, and did whatever they needed their prince to do at the moment.
It’d felt good. Doing something, focusing, repairing. Putting this small corner of the world to rights.
He could do that, at least.
Somewhere between fishing carriage wheels out of the Stern’s waters and heading home, he’d also come to a decision. It wasn’t much of a decision, but it was a first step, and that counted.
