‘Ever again?’
‘Never, and not ever. You’ll see what I mean.’ He waved his pipe at the crowds, sending a stream of cheerful green bubbles flying, and added, ‘Any one of these people would give their first-born child for a pair of Hastival’s boots. And you are wearing the very best that he can make.’
Bess tried to thank Grunewald, but he ignored her attempts and strode on oblivious. In truth, she hardly knew how to express her thoughts, for she felt that the gift held significance beyond the merely practical. I would stop walking around in someone else’s shoes, he had said not long before. Now she had her own, and there could be no doubt that they would take her wherever she wanted to go.
Well, and well. If he would not listen to her thanks, she would find some other way to express her gr
