“You’ll be our liaison to the Moralienin,” his father went on.
“Oh, good,” Luka said to me. “You like to travel, and Tobin and Marta can come with us. ”
“I wonder how long it will be before we’re trading directly with Shardas,” I said.
“If it chances to take us months to return from Moralien, we can always claim that our ships are being blown off course,” Luka pointed out.
“An excellent plan,” I agreed, leaning my head on his shoulder as we left behind the sound of my aunt and his father, and passed into the great hall of the New Palace. “I wonder how soon you’ll be needed in Moralien,” I mused. “I would like to have our firstborn in the Far Isles. . . . ”
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