She knew it was him without looking.
Itohan dropped her basket of firewood into the courtyard and tried not to look at the tree behind which he hid.
She held her breathe as her stepmother passed by and she dropped her knees in greeting to the older woman.
Still breathless, she rushed into the hut that she shared with her mother.
This was getting scary. She loved him as much as he loved her, but they would get caught if they weren't more careful, and it wouldn't be pleasant for the both of them. Her father wanted her married to the King's son whose eyes were on her, and not some nobody from a family of warriors.
She tensed, even as there was a kick of joy in her heart, at the silent tapping at the door. Their secret signal. It was him.
Quickly, she pulled the door open and urged him
