Chapter 121

  I could see Daerton on the wagon loaded with the items from my tent. I crawled up onto the wagon bed over the various chests and indeterminate bundles, to join him. Ashara had left the bedding to the top, anticipating that I would sleep again. I should not be angry with her either, I told myself sternly, she was a considerate maid and did her job well. I had to do better, be better than these petty hurt feelings.

  “Ah, the joys of being a princess,” Daerton struck a chord on the lute. “Straight from bed, to bed, wrapped in furs and lulled to sleep by bardic warlocks. Freedom to do as you will, must be so sweet,” he added with a sardonic twist to his voice, referring, I knew, to his restraint.

  “You are freer than I, Daerton.” I replied, pulling the furs around me to make a more comfortable seat.

  “How is that princess?” I had surprised him.