Chapter 16

It did seem as if the gods were playing a cruel joke.

“How far away is Grincewood?” Frye asked.

“About five days south. Why?”

“I’ve decided I’ll walk you the whole way there. And during that time, I’m going to convince you not to sell your lute.”

Markle laughed mirthlessly. “My mind’s already made up.”

“We’ll see.”7

After half an hour in the baths, Liklia returned with towels and soft robes. Their laundry wouldn’t be dry before bed, but they were welcome to wear the inn’s garments until morning.

Markle waited until she left before quickly climbing from the tub and hastily wrapping the towel around his body. It was too short to cover most of him, but at least it hid his chest and lower parts adequately. He’d thought that Frye had tried to sneak a glance when he’d hurried from the confines of the tub.