Chapter 231
I BOOTED MYSELF MENTALLY WHILE following Ignatius.
Curse my glass face! It seemed he might have picked up on my earlier-err-intentions.
Just keep it appropriately friendly, I thought, you'll be fine.
I edged my way down the steep slope while he strode ahead, knowing if I tried to copy his walk I'd fall on my face. He reached the outlook where the other Lieutenants stood and they all turned to look while I scooted down the hillside, not quite on my backside but close enough. The men developed that patronizing expression of humouring a simpleton. Gredel offered a hand when I got within reach and winked when I twisted my mouth to stop a smile, knowing how silly I looked.
'Well you don't want me cart-wheeling off down the hillside now,' I muttered and straightened up, brushing my hands off.
Belsesus nodded with a stern set mouth but eyes that laughed at me. 'Very true, Princess.'