"Pleasure doing business with you, Brother!" Wyott beams as he puts the fourth volume on the pile. Aldus winces internally at the price. "Will you be all right there?"
"Fine, thank you." He can't help smiling. "I came prepared."
Wyott helps him pack the books up and tie the cloth so he can carry them easily. The weight is a pleasant promise of study to come as he heads back to the Orderhouse, spoiled only slightly by the furious tones of Wil's mother, now at the guardhouse door.
"Of course he's not a rebel!" she insists, while the guard looks on stonily. "His cousin is serving in the north!"
Which of course he isn't, as Aldus knows all too well, and he feels uneasy at the ripples that may well result from that old lie...