Only Me

“Your villages must be growing hungry,” Rastaban said, “given how long you’ve lingered in these hills and watched us hunt and fish all day.”

Shanka was on her feet in an instant, sword and dagger drawn. Rastaban stepped back, raised his hands to show he was unarmed.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning,” she said.

“What am I planning? I didn’t realize I was planning anything.” Rastaban’s smile was guileless, almost sweet.

Shanka glared. “I can be more patient than time itself. When your army comes, we’ll be ready.”

Rastaban arched an eyebrow. “And if it’s only me?”