THIRTEEN
Reidar paced the tower, unable to stay still. He could see several ships from the windows, but he knew none of them could be hers. Not yet. His envoy would have just arrived in Kasmirus, if he hadn't met with any delays. He probably hadn't even seen King Boreslas yet. So it was too much to hope that she might be aboard one of the vessels in view.
And yet...
Reidar sighed. He'd dreamed of her last night. She'd had golden hair as a girl, the same colour as the straw that made her sneeze, so the beauty in his dreams had been blonde, too. She'd stood in the crow's nest atop the mast, her hair streaming behind her like a pennant in the breeze. As eager to glimpse him as he was to see her. Then she'd slid down that mast as lithely as any sailor, her curves hugging the wood like he w
