Claimed it as his own by right of being the oldest brother still living at home-and with his fists if nobody liked that reason.Īs the youngest, Asher didn’t rate a room of his own. There’d be no chance of creeping safely out of the house if Niko still slept here.īut after Wishus finally got hisself married to that shrew Pippa and moved out of his solitary chamber to his own stone cottage along Fishhook Lane, Niko had taken belligerent possession of the empty room. Bloody Niko woke cursing if a fly farted. Thank Barl they didn’t still share this room with Niko. Bede grunted again, then started snoring, and Asher sighed his silent relief. Asher waited, suspended between heartbeats. In the other bed his brother Bede, mired in sleep, stirred and grunted beneath his blankets. Holding his breath, he slid out of his old, creaking bed and put his bare feet on the floor as lightly as the rising sun kissed the mouth of Restharven Harbour. Nine hundred and ninety-seven…nine hundred and ninety-eight…nine hundred and ninety-nine…one thousand!
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