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ahead, and Kit shoved Timothy
through.
    Fairhaven woke well
before dawn, and scores of people bustled about their early morning business.
Several yawning errand boys lugged burlap sacks on their shoulders. The faint
scent of baking bread reminded Timothy that all he had to eat was hard travel
bread. Several familiar-looking people nodded at Timothy. Unlike Kyle, Timothy
struggled to keep names and faces straight.
    Kit pulled him into a
tight alley where the scent of bread was stronger. Kit doubled over laughing.
"I like you, shepherd. You are so much fun!" She stabbed a finger
into his chest. "Don't get any ideas. All shepherds are perverts under
that innocent exterior!"
    "I'm not…uh…I…"
Timothy took a deep breath. "I only promised as far as Fairhaven. Well, we
are in Fairhaven."
    Kit turned her back.
Her hood rustled. "I am hungry. Let's go there!" She pointed to an
inn across from the alley.
    "I kept my
promise. I have things to do, you know."
    Kit pouted. "I
guess you are right. You did keep your promise. Thank you." Her stomach
grumbled audibly. She pressed her hands to it and regarded him from beneath her
bangs.
    "I don't have any
money. I guess I will be okay. I am sure I can earn money for food…somehow. As
long as those men don't find me, I should be okay. Maybe. Go on. I am sure you
need to talk to someone about your stolen sheep." She turned away.
"So hungry."
    "Baa!" The
lamb glared at Timothy.
    Timothy rubbed his
forehead. He was a fool. "All right. Fine. I could use some breakfast
too."
    Kit shot him a
triumphant smile. "I am quite a good performer, aren't I?"
    Timothy shook his head.
A helpless grin stole across his lips.
    The inn's common room
held several people breaking their night fasts. Timothy selected a table in the
far corner and rested his crook against the nearby wall. The lamb clambered
onto the bench. Timothy had forgotten about her! He hoped the innkeeper did not
mind.
    Kit glared at Timothy
with her hands on her hips. "Not going to offer a chair for your adoring,
dangerously hungry wife, husband?"
    Several men laughed and
shook their heads.
    "Just sit
down." Timothy felt a headache coming on. He yawned. He wanted sleep more
than he wanted food. His stomach disagreed.
    "I will disregard
your negligence this once!" Kit swept the men watching her with a smile
before settling beside Timothy on the bench.
    A young girl in a
gleaming white apron scurried over. "What can I get you, sir?" The
girl blinked at the lamb.
    "Cider and your
house's stew. Oh, and whatever greens you have available." Timothy nodded
at the lamb.
    "Baa!"
    "Stew for
breakfast?" Kit wrinkled her nose. "Make that oatmeal with fruit for
us both. And cider. Hurry now."
    The server glanced at
the lamb. "Right…away, ma'am." She mumbled something and scurried to
the kitchens.
    Kit kicked Timothy
under the table. "Watch your eyes."
    Timothy grunted.
"They were not anywhere. We are not married, remember? Do you know how
much that will cost me? Stew from yesterday is cheaper."
    "And that is the
problem. I want my husband to look and know he has a wife without equal,"
Kit said. "I won't eat yesterday's stew to break my fast."
    A whiskered man across
the room laughed. "You have a lovely handful there, fella. Odd choice of
pet too." The other men saluted with their mugs.
    Kit nodded at the man.
"He needs reminding of that regularly!"
    Timothy lowered his
voice. "What did you mean to do here anyway? Won't the men chasing you
think to look here? This is the only town nearby."
    "Right now, I am
keeping myself from eating your arm. That girl better hurry up!" Kit
grabbed his arm. "It is nice of you to show concern for me, husband."
    "Stop calling me
that." He pulled away.
    "If you say so,
dearest."
    The serving girl
reappeared, hesitating when she placed a bowl of greens in front of the lamb.
She frowned and shook her head before scurrying off. Timothy sighed. He had a
strange lamb that attacked dogs and an even stranger girl. He took a long