“Someone is hurt and we must hide him. Sowe – look. There is a knight on the floor. Well, not exactly a knight, but the other one was a knight-maston. He is hurt. Look.”

“I am so tired, Lia. Just tell me in the morning.”

“No! There is no waiting for the morning. We must hide him. The sheriff of Mendenhall is looking for him. The rain is mad right now, so there is no place outside to hide him. Help me lift him up here. Pasqua cannot make it up the ladder, so it would be perfect hiding him up here.”

Sowe strained her neck a little, shifting her dark hair. Sowe’s hair was straight and dark while Lia’s was curly and gold. They were opposites in many other ways as well. Her eyes were still closed and her expression was pouty. “There is not a knight sleeping on the