Mara put the song into the case last.
That made Varno look at her.
“Above the receiving accounts?”
“It’s flatter.”
“It wasn’t the thickness I was asking about.”
She closed the case before he could improve the question.
The broadside was called The Mill Door. Iven had bought it from Marit’s printed-song stock after discovering that the version Mara knew had two more verses than the one Tosk’s father had sung. Mara had read the whole sheet at breakfast and found three differences she intended to discuss at unreasonable length with the next person foolish enough to sing it near her.
It was an excellent leaving present.
