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380 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 9, 2018
“I apologize,” I replied. These Tala with their lack of rank and titles—how did anyone know how to address anyone? I knew I’d never be able to call him baldly by his name. It also seemed equally as impolite to just truncate my apology like that. I truly longed for Dasnaria’s clear rules for behavior.
“Don’t apologize so much either,” he bit out, and I swallowed a sigh. Zynda had said the same. Even Thalia had remarked on it. I couldn’t say anything without apologizing again, so I stood there, waiting for him to lose his patience with me entirely, which usually didn’t take long, —I couldn’t imagine how he could be a teacher—so he’d quit blocking my path and let me go have my breakfast. “Where are you going so early anyway?” he asked, when the silence stretched out too long.
I could ask him the same. “I’m going down to the market to buy tea and a sweet roll,” I replied, adding a silent Lord Zyr to make myself feel better and satisfy the voice of my etiquette tutor in my head.
“I’m hungry, too. I’ll join you.”
I would have liked to protest, but I could hardly contradict the command. So I glumly followed along when he turned and headed back the way he’d come. He slowed, so I slowed, too. When he stopped, I stopped, peering at him peripherally to determine what the problem might be.
“Why are you trailing along behind me—something wrong with your feet?” he asked, looking me up and down.
“In Dasnaria, it’s proper for a woman to—”
“Well, you’re not in Dasnaria, are you? I don’t see any hulking brutes in armor like giant beetles anywhere around here, stinking up the place, do you?”
I had to suppress a giggle at the image, it shocked me so. “No,” I replied carefully. “We are in Annfwn.”