Chapter 4
The morn has broken and Anani is already up next time I awake. He points me in the direction of the privy and I’m relieved to finally be able to empty my bladder. I splash water on my face—it’s warm, he must have just poured it in the flagon—and pull on my last pair of clean trousers and a faded tunic before joining him in the cooking area.
“I made first meal,” he says. “Do you want tea?”
“Yes, please.”
He’s dressed as simply as yesterday in a long-sleeved tunic and thick stockings pulled up to his knees over his britches. His long hair is arranged in a complicated braid and hangs down his back.
I swallow. I never expected to see him dressed in coarse commoner’s clothing, but the sight of his stockinged feet—the socks are clearly handmade and knitted in every available color
