Jame found herself in the grip of Rue. “Come on. D’you want to be scalped?” They made a dash back to the Knorth barracks. Brier Iron-thorn met them inside the front door. Her bruises were settling into two black eyes and a swollen lip. How the rest of her looked, Jame could only guess. “Did you get into the Caineron barracks?” “No. But I still have this.” The Southron indicated Higbert’s scarf bound around her upper arm. “What will you do when you catch him?” Brier smiled, revealing missing teeth. “Something appropriate.” Rue tugged at Jame, fussing. “Come upstairs and change. You’re dripping with muck.” “Shouldn’t I be helping in the kitchen?” Brier waved her off, disgusted. “Go. We don’t need green slime to garnish the soup.” Jame found Timmon still in her quarters. “I saw Narsa,” she said, kicking his booted feet off of her bed. “She’s very upset.” “She’ll get over it,” he replied, unconcerned. Should she tell the rest of it?
