“Do they tell you to watch over me so, boy, even when I sleep? What do they fear, then?” “Naught that I know, Verity. They tell me only to bring you food, and see as best I can that you eat it. No more than that.” “And blankets and cushions, and pots of sweet flowers?” “My own doing, my prince. No man should live in such a desert as this.” And in that moment I realized we were not speaking aloud, and sat bolt upright and looked at him.
