Chapter 11“What do you mean, I don’t get a sword?”
Tanash folded his arms over his chest. Liseny had expected to find him in armor or chainmail, but he wore a simple shirt and trousers, without a scabbard or arm guard in sight. There was an ease about him today that had never been there before. He stood an inch or so closer without seeming self-conscious or stiff, he held Liseny’s gaze longer without going hard, and he even almost smiled when he discovered Liseny waiting for him in their agreed-upon place nearly thirty minutes before their scheduled time. Liseny had gone to him last night in a moment of desperation, too lost in a world he didn’t recognize to cope with it much more, but it had done both of them good. At least that’s what it looked like. It was entirely possible Tanash used
