—-Old Saying of the Margravate of Malinawar ‘Not asleep, Keris?’ Scow, who’d been crossing the camp on his way to Keris’s tent when she had emerged from it, pitched his voice to a whisper so as not to disturb anyone else. ‘I was just coming to see if you were all right. I saw your candle. I was worried you’d gone to sleep with it still burning.’ ‘No. I—er—couldn’t sleep. Are you on guard?’ ‘Yes. Davron decided to put three on at a time tonight. You and he and Corrian will take the second shift.’ ‘How’s Quirk?’ ‘Fine. Meldor fixed the worst of it. He’ll be a bit sore for a while, that’s all. You’ll be tired if you don’t sleep.’ ‘In a moment. Can I ask you something first? Scow, how well do you know this courier?’ ‘Gawen? We’ve come across him from time to time. Quiet chap, pleasant enough, I think.’ He gave her a sharp look, but did not ask why she was interested. ‘A trustworthy courier?’ ‘All couriers are trustworthy, you know that.
