“Trust them with your life or mine?”
Yef did not answer.
Rain stepped from behind the blind. “This is it.”
Yef’s eyes widened, seeing a warrior transformed into a woman of affluence. The man clapped, “Splendid! You look perfect for the part.”
“I feel like an idiot.”
The bald man jumped to his feet. “No, it’s perfect. No one will know any different. But…”
Rain twirled, though not on purpose. “I know. How will I carry a katana in this?”
“No, that’s not it. I was thinking you’ll need a name.”
“I have a name.”
“Yes. But it isn’t one you can use. The King’s men may have it. You need something new. Something fitting your new station.”
“By the gods. This gets worse every moment.”
Yef scratched his head. “How about, Miflifna Havencreek.”
“You have to be joking. That’s a ridiculous name
