Chapter Twenty

We went down a wooden stair, and through a chamber strung with hammocks but otherwise given entirely to the galley kitchen and a table for eating. Crew quarters and living area, I thought. Grim accommodations. I wondered what the guest quarters would be, and what Rivyn would make of them.

There was an area to the rear separated by a carved partition screen. It opened directly onto a mattress and the sheets were none too fresh, the smell of man strong. Guest quarters they may be, but I suspected they were also Loisin’s sleeping quarters, or someone else in the crew. The screen let in the light, but also gave a modicum of privacy, and I decided that, even with the stale smell of enclosure, it would be an improvement on sleeping in a hammock, or anywhere in sight of the sailors.

Rivyn looked at the mattress, and I could see that he barely suppressed a sneer. “We will be, of course, requiring clean bedding,” he pointed out.

 

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