Water day
A busy day. Heiye has asked permission to go out at night and set a trap for our rival gang.
I believe I said something like, “We are engaged in a rebellion, surely that is enough warfare for anyone.”
“You said it was good practice, lady.”
“I did not.”
“As you say, lady mistress.”
“Oh, maybe I did. I don’t know.”
“You are ill,” he said. “I will put you to bed.”
I am in bed. I am ill, apparently, having caught something from the babe. It is unacceptable.
August 19th, 2015 in
Book Two: Hidden Weavings | tags: Heiye