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“ We have a proper escort aboard with us,”
Winnamine said quietly. “Forty men-at-arms looks as if
we consider ourselves important. We aren't important
until the regents say we are. And half of those men are
new. We can't pay more guards,” Winnamine said. “I
told Ulasim before he left not to hire anyone!”
“Your Grace,” Aly said politely. Winnamine looked
at her. “Ulasim always has good reasons for what he
does, you know that. See the checkpoints? There's
been trouble in the city—they didn't have checkpoints
at the docks last year. Maybe Ulasim found a way to
pay these men-at-arms. Or maybe they're just rented
for the hour, like actors who mourn at funerals. You
know, to add to your consequence.”
The thought of her consequence made Winnamine
chuckle as Sarai and Dove came to join them.
Overhead the Stormwings glided, shrieking like gulls.
Once the ship docked and the passengers