He glanced around furtively. “Listen. I’m going to try to go to Nyad with you, but I need to speak to my boss, Paul. I’ll tell my mother later.” “Are you sure?” Grace couldn’t help asking. “I mean… it could be dangerous.” Matilda scoffed. “It is dangerous.” “I know that,” Lee said, waving his hand. “I’m telling her I’m just going to work, so keep that up, all right?” They nodded, and he ducked outside. Di came back inside a few minutes later with eggs from the chickens. “Good morning,” she said cheerily. Grace’s stomach twisted in guilt, and she avoided looking directly at Di for the rest of the morning. During breakfast, Dar spread maps on the table, and Grace looked over them. Mumbar Jungle was in Nyad and parts of Jolen. Governor Peter’s house wasn’t far from the jungle. Grace could have been only miles from the ancient texts without even realizing it. “We can either go through Haltar,” Dar said, leading his finger up from Kleisade to Nyad.
