Chapter 15
Feida had sent me to bed; something, my uncle had never done. I had offered to help her with her chores, but she had been unrelenting in this question.
“Someone who roves about at night has to rest during the Cycle. Especially, if he has just jumped off the chariot to the gods.”
She had been dead serious, but her eyes had carried mildness in them. If I ever had a mother, I’d have wanted her to be like Feida.
It was afternoon and I was lying in my room, watching the occasional bird