TWELVE
As Vasco slid from the roof, he tried to think of a way to tell Kun that she was lucky her house hadn't fallen down around her ears. Yet. But he was a soldier, not a diplomat.
"Well?" Kun demanded, her hands on her hips.
Vasco blew out a breath. "You were right," he said heavily. "The roof doesn't need repairing as much as it needs replacing completely. I think some of the beams are rotten, too. I noticed last night that one of the barn walls has a definite lean to it, though the roof is in better repair. If it rains, my bed with the goats might be drier than yours here in the house."
Her eyes were shrewd as she regarded him. "So how long do you propose to squash my straw and eat my larder bare, soldier boy?"
Vasco looked her in the eye. "As long as you have work you wish me to
