Chapter 17 - Honor and Justice
Firozabad remains a large town, William thinks, they’ve built up nicely since the Collapse. Sitting alone at a tavern table, with the others off exploring the port after settling their rooms, he looks for the runner he’s expecting. Abha said he was to pick up his key once William’s had his lunch. He glances around a second time—no one yet. I must remember to write to Amina about the river.
A young woman, in her late teens, moves smoothly over to his table. She wears a blue lengha with her midriff showing.
“Excuse me, sir,” she says with eyes lowered. “You are one of the library people?“
“Yes,” William responds, This is who they send? Sitting a bit straighter. Feeling proud, hopeful. “I work for the libraries in Rajasthan.”
“I am glad I found you,” she sp
