CHAPTER 13
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Benitoe asked Maëlys at the stables, before breakfast was completed.
“I didn’t come here to settle,” she said. “I came to find Luhedoc, and anyone else I can.”
He looked over the two saddle bags she had filled. “Did you follow the list I gave you? Clothing for three days? Blankets?”
“Yes, and trail food, and bowls, and an iron pan. A small pot. Seasonings. You take care of the tent and externals, and I’ll take care of the food. Enough for three days, in case we stay out an extra night,” she said.
“Each of us needs fire-starters in our pockets, some food on our backs, and a good knife. A water bag. And a cloak.”
“You’ve told me. Repeatedly,” she said, exasperated.
Benitoe paused in his checking to look at her seriously. “Auntie, we’re no
