Chapter 14
MILLEUS SIPPED his tea, leaning his elbows on the kitchen table. Firelight flickered through the kitchen, making Isandor’s hair glisten. He had dropped his spoon by his empty bowl and leaned his head in his hands. For a moment he sagged, then he jerked up and looked into Milleus’ eyes, a guilty expression over his young face.
“Oh. Excuse me.” He rubbed his face.
“You’re tired.” Milleus said. It was not a question.
Both youngsters had worked hard all day. Isandor had chopped the entire pile of firewood and had helped Milleus straighten the collapsed fence.
Nila stared into the fire, her look distant. She was also tired, her cheeks red from being outside. She had spent all day in the garden, doing an admirable job for someone who had never seen a plant that didn’t grow in a p
