“Once craven comeuppance has begun,
“Once craven comeuppance has begun,it is often hard to stop”
it is often hard to stop”As soon as they reached the kitchen on the upper floor of the medieval tower house, Jemma dumped the basket of meager goods on the table and flopped herself into a chair. Viviana followed, caring little that she sat at the servant’s table, too grateful to be in her own home and for them both to be safe.
The sun had still not appeared from behind the billows clinging to the city though the hour neared noon. The morning chill, brought into the house through the open loggia above, had not been chased from its corners. Instead, it reached out to them with the same eagerness that disaster gobbled up their city.
Rousing herself, Jemma struck at the flint, many a time, unt
