Chapter 20

Frye stumbled over his boots, nearly falling on his face on the hard-packed dirt road.

Markle stopped walking and reached out his hand to steady Frye. “Are you okay?”

Frye raised his fingers to his head, rubbing his bare skin irritably. “Fine,” he answered gruffly.

“Why don’t we stop for lunch?” Markle suggested, glancing up at the sun overhead.

“Sure.”

They moved to the side of the road, in case any other travelers happened to pass during their break. There, Frye dug out more food from the basket.

He couldn’t believe he was trying to think of ways to keep Markle with him. It was such a bad idea. The kid was just some fisherman reject who didn’t have enough smarts or confidence to stay in his town. Even if he could use magic…

He can’t. It’s just not possible

“Can I see your lute?”

Markle stopped with a slice of bread halfway to his mouth. “My lute?”

“I’d like to try and play it. If that’s all right.”