The carriage rocked and swayed. The roads were terrible this side of Desari.
It had something to do with all the trees. Their roots would grow under the stones.
It made me nauseous.
Anna, sleeping gently on my shoulder, seemed unaffected.
"I don't know how she does it." Severen Ilyas, assassin, spy, murmured, amazed.
"She feels safe, Severen." Miss Rita pointed out. "And she's exhausted. She spends all day travelling, and most of the evening getting beaten up with her master."
"Safe, huh?" Severen looked out the carriage window. "We can't be more than ten minutes from the border. Shouldn't you warn your apprentice, Master Mage? She's going to be crossing another border soon."
"Good idea." I looked at my apprentice, raised my hand and hesitated. "Why not let her sleep until we reach the border? She looks peaceful. I don't want to disturb her."
The carriage slowed to a halt.
"Master? You might want to come out here." Rowan called.
