Chapter 8
BY THE TIME Johanna left Master Deim’s house, the rain had intensified and didn’t look like letting up any time soon. The sky was leaden grey and wind lashed at trees.
She ran through the narrow streets, empty except for puddles, through the gate, where the bored sentry still sat being miserable in his little hut, and along the by now very muddy path to the camp. The books made her basket heavy. The wind kept pulling at the leather covering. She must have eaten something bad because her stomach cramped.
At the camp, some people were still attempting to cook dinner, but even the wood that had been stored under shelter was wet, and most refugees hid inside their tents.
The gangplank of the Lady Sara had become even steeper and slipperier than when she left.
When she opened the
