Chapter ONE - Weebly

chest that he feared would never go away. He was
alone, though he could hear Kannice moving around
downstairs. Daylight seeped around the edges of the
window shutters, and the smell of cooked bacon wafted
up from below. He knew he had to get up; he had slept
too long already. But he couldn’t bring himself to move
until the door opened and Kannice stuck her head in the
room.
“I wanted to let you sleep, but Kelf’s here and he
can’t get in. I told him that the door is stuck and that
I’m working on it, but he’s going to start getting
suspicious.”
Ethan sat up, ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll be
right down. What’s the time?”
“It’s early yet. Just an hour or so past dawn. I’m
sorry.”
“Don’t be. I have things to do, things that can’t
wait.”
Ethan had gotten in the habit of leaving a change of
clothes in Kannice’s wardrobe and after she went back
down to the tavern, he dug them out: a pair of breeches,
a white shirt and brown waistcoat, even a pair of hose.