Chapter Eleven
Tren tapped lightly on the door of Mrs Geslin’s cramped house. Through the flimsy wood he could hear the squabbling voices of her young daughters and a clattering of metal. He guessed that Mrs Geslin was cooking.
He knocked again, louder. When he still received no response, he tried the door. Finding it unlocked, he ventured inside.
Three young female faces looked up at him in surprise as he entered. He smiled reassuringly.
‘It was open,’ he explained. ‘Hello, Mindra. Larrin, Kaye.’
‘Tren!’ Mindra came up to him immediately. She was the oldest of the three, almost thirteen, and quite forthright. She took charge of him at once, shutting the door firmly behind him and towing him towards the kitchen.
‘Ma’s making dinner,’ she said. ‘You’ll stay, of course.’
‘Er, if it’s
