“I’m feeling much better. The bleeding stopped two days ago, if I were going to get a fever I think I would have by now, and I don’t get dizzy anymore.”

“Yes, but…Mari has given me leave to take the sharing knife back to camp and have it looked at by a maker. I know the best. I was thinking, since Lumpton Market and West Blue are more or less on the way to Hickory Lake from here, we ought to stop in at your farm on the way and put your folks out of their cruel suspense.”

Her eyes flashed up at him with an unreadable look. “I don’t want to go back.” Her voice wavered. “I don’t want my whole stupid story to come out.” And firmed: “I don’t want to be within a hundred miles of Stupid Sunny.”

Dag took a breath. “You don’t have to stay. Well, you can’t stay; your testimony will be needed on the matter of the knife. Once that’s done, the choice of where to go next is yours.”

She sucked on her lower lip, eyes downcast. “They’ll try to make me stay. I know them. They won’t believe I can be a grown…’’ Her voice grew more urgent. “Only if you promise to go with me, promise not to leave me there!”

His hand found its way to her shoulder in attempted reassurance of this odd distress. “And yet I might with your goodwill leave you here?”

“Mm…”

“Just trying to figure out if it’s the here or the there or the me leaving that’s being objected to.”

Her eyes were wide and dark, and her moist lips parted as her face rose at these words. Dag felt his head dipping, his spine bending, as his hand slipped around her back, as if he were falling from some great height, falling soft…

A throat cleared dryly behind him, and he straightened abruptly.

“There you are,” said Mari. “Thought I might find you here.” Her voice was cordial but her eyes were narrowed.

“Oh, Mari!” said Fawn, a bit breathlessly. “Thank you for getting me this nice horse. I wasn’t expecting it.” She made her little knee-dip.

Mari smiled at her, managing to give Dag an ironic eyebrow-cock at the same time. “You’ve earned much more, but it was what I could do. I am not entirely without a sense of obligation.”

This crushed conversation briefly. Mari continued blandly, “Fawn, would you excuse us for a while? I have some patrol business to discuss with Dag, here.”

“Oh. Of course.” Fawn brightened. “I’ll go tell Saun about Grace.” And she was off again at a scamper, flashing a grin over her shoulder at Dag.