If I were to go after Jakoven, I couldn’t let Kellen or the Oranstonians know what I intended. The Kellen who’d fought to engage the poor geas-driven thing Jakoven had sent after Garranon in my hall would never stay behind given a chance to face Jakoven one on one. That was something I wouldn’t allow to happen. If the attempt to wrest the Bane from Jakoven failed, Kellen would be Shavig’s only hope.

Jakoven had the Bane. With it he could slay any army sent against him if he had sufficient warning—warning that the sounds of an approaching army would bring. A stealth attack could work, though. If Jakoven were a half-day’s ride away from Callis, traveling to Estian, it would take us at least two hard days to catch him.

I couldn’t go alone. Jakoven couldn’t have an army, but I had no doubt he’d brought his core of wizards and guardsmen he trusted. I’d bring Axiel . . .

There was a soft tap at my door.

“Who is it?” I called, still wrestling with whom to take and how to contact them.

“Tisala,” she said. “Are you all right, Ward?”

“Come in.” Part of me would have left her behind, given the choice, but the rest of me was smarter than that. Our love would never survive if I tried too hard to keep her safe. Either I’d cripple her spirit until she wasn’t my Tisala, or she’d leave me. So I was glad she’d come to my room, because I might not have asked her otherwise.

But I had a few things to say before I told her about Jakoven.

“You didn’t look well,” she said. “But I see you’re doing better now. My father isn’t expecting to have all the nobles here until the day after tomorrow—so I thought you might like to ride with me. It’s better than waiting around.”

She didn’t meet my eyes as she said the last, pretending to look out the window. As if I didn’t have far better reasons to ride with her than as an escape from boredom.

“I’m glad you came here,” I said. “I need to tell you some things.”

She turned back to me, her face carefully neutral.

I had never been a man of easy words, and the look on her face all but locked my throat.

“Look,” I managed. “I’ve been trying to give you time, but I don’t think I can do so any longer.”

It somehow didn’t seem fair that I should have to declare how I felt when she was standing across the room from me. I thought longingly about how much easier this would be if she had said it first, or if she were holding me as tightly as I wanted to hold her. But things were never easy around Tisala.