Chapter 13
AT NIGHT, Johanna worried. Their group was small and disorganised, and had no magicians. Alexandre controlled the guards, of which there were fewer than before, but still more than enough to wipe their entire group off the world. The Church followers weren’t ready for a conflict and it seemed that they were headed for one.
She sat in the kitchen until everyone else had gone to bed, listening to the wind whistle around the corners and gutters.
She should go to sleep, but in the past few days she had slept so much that she wasn’t tired. But it was getting cold in this kitchen, so she picked up the candle and carried it upstairs. Roald lay on his stomach, his face squished in the pillow and turned to her. His breathing was soft and regular.
She pulled her dress over her head an
