CHAPTER 30
“Do we have to get up?” Penrys mumbled. After the morning’s work, Najud had rubbed the soreness out of her muscles. He hadn’t stopped there and, what with one thing and another, she was disinclined to move.
“It’s solstice,” he said, cheerily, and swatted her through the blanket by way of encouragement. “Durmiqa bul. We’ll all be eating in here—don’t you want to be up to greet them?”
“What, now?” she said, in alarm.
“No, but soon. Better get dressed.”
He was wearing the best robe he’d packed with him, and the cleanest of his turbans. Penrys thought he looked like some barbarian lord, except for the grin.
“When Winnajhubr and Munraz return from checking on the horses, Ilzay and Jirkat will dig out our dinner.”
Penrys scanned for the two youngest. “They’re on their way,” she
