It was dawn when the Lord’s Compass pulled into harbor. Large white birds spun around the ship’s three masts, crying shrilly.
Kaeli stood in a shadowy place under the stairway on deck, far out of the way so the crewmen could work uninterrupted. She should have been below deck with the rest of the passengers, but she couldn’t stand the stuffiness. And besides that, everyone always gave her odd, even bitter, looks. Perhaps because of her special treatment by the Western Lord, or perhaps because of her status as a slave. Likely both. Lord Keith had sensed her discomfort and often allowed her to hide from their unfriendly stare