Chapter 5

The events of last night still seemed a dream. Meeting the dancer and coming up with a plan for earning some money had more fantasy than reality. However, when Markle glanced across the remains of the fire, the dancer was curled up in his blankets, the crimson cloak draped on top for extra warmth. Not a figment of Markle’s imagination, then.

The dancer stirred, likely from the same annoying rays of sunshine. He yawned loudly and rolled over, his eyes meeting Markle’s.

“Good morning,” the dancer greeted cheerfully.

“Morning,” Markle mumbled.

Frye sat up and tsked. “Now, my friend, is that any way to greet a new day?”

Markle furrowed his brows farther. “What are you talking about?”

“We’re alive. Embrace it.”

Markle shook his head. The dancer’s foreign thoughts were hard to follow. Could the simple act of waking in the morning be such an achievement to him? Obviously, it was.