He was busy gnawing on a pear and hoping that Kyra kept to her word and had not ratted him out about Feberik’s horse. Kathair assumed that Feberik would figure it out eventually, but he hoped to be back in the field with the dragon slayers by the time that occurred. Either way, he had absolutely no plans for leaving the safety of his hidden room today. Dengar and the others were preparing to conduct a routine patrol out to the north, and had given him the option of staying, so there would be no expectations for him to be seen on campus by anyone at all. He had even been sure to swipe enough food from the kitchen that he could comfortably stay hidden for at least another day if he had to. After two pears were chewed down to their seeds and stems, Kathair grabbed Headmaster Herion’s journal and tucked it into the back of his trousers. He thought it wise to at least return the book sooner rather than later. If he was going to be hung for stealing a horse, perhaps he could avoid adding being burned alive by an angry wizard.
