When Leif rose, she casually picked up the knife leaning against the wall and gripped it behind her back.
The manservants’ faces grew increasingly vicious. They looked ready to kill the two of them on the spot if they failed to give an answer that satisfied them.
They had to come up with some explanation, but every possible explanation seemed riddled with holes. One moment Leif thought, “These men saw Natiaveda and me yesterday and the day before yesterday.” The next, she thought, “But yesterday they didn’t remember having met us the day before yesterday, and now they look...
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