Chapter 18
CARRO STOPPED, panting, in the street. The Apprentices of his patrol came to a halt behind him.
“Where did he go?” Inran asked.
They had halted at the intersection of two streets. Patrons spilled out of the meltery on the corner, talking and laughing in groups. To the left the street led to the markets, but more people obscured a clear view. Ahead a troupe of jugglers was performing an act. To the right was another meltery which was so popular that people queued up to get in.
Some Junior Knights were in the queue, raising eyebrows at Carro, like they wanted to ask why he was working while everyone ought to be enjoying themselves, or why he seemed to be leading this group of Apprentices when he was only a Learner, and a very young one at that.
Well, some of us have to do the
