CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 45Esyal stopped and listened then pulled a rye face. “It’s Henk and Nyk,” she said. “I’d have preferred to be met by the smell of cooking than what that sounds like.” Josyff raised his eyebrows. “You can think of food after everything that’s happened?” “Well, this particular “warrior” marches on her stomach without a doubt,” Esyal replied. “Come on, we’d better see what’s going on.” The kitchen was lit and showed signs of cooking under way, but the voices were coming from the Common Room. When they reached it, the door was partly open. Josyff rapped it sharply with his knuckles before he pushed it open and entered. Esyal followed him. Henk, Nyk and Qualto were standing in front of the fire. Henk had the poker in his hand and was jabbing fitfully at the fire, as though he might
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