He grunted. ‘You have the courage of a warrior.’ I watched him turn away and gather the clothes from the ground. He thought me courageous? But I was terrified – always terrified. ‘No,’ I said flatly. ‘I don’t.” He paused from stuffing the invaluable robe between two bales. ‘Are you frightened now?’ I nodded, shame flushing my skin. ‘Is it going to stop you?’ ‘No.’ ‘That is the courage of a warrior.
