Rollo asked. Asa turned to Rollo with an irritated expression. “I’m the oldest, I should steer,” she said for the fifth time. They had left home three hours ago and her fingers hadn’t once left the tiller. “But if I don’t learn how to steer now—” “You keep studying the map.” Rollo glanced down at the map, which was spread out across his lap. They had found it among a pile of other maps in one of the wooden boxes Egil had left on board. The map was inked in bright blues and yellows and reds, and all of the seaways between Two Hills Keep and Margritt’s tower were marked clearly. Rollo estimated they had eight days’ sailing ahead of them. If Asa wouldn’t let him steer at all, it would be a very boring eight days. Northseeker moved swift and silent through the water, with magic filling her sails. Rollo opened the second box and began searching. “Egil’s thought of everything,” he said, finding a tin of barley biscuits and cracking open the lid. He offered one to Asa, but she shook her head.
