“Ah,” I said. “Tosten has a lady friend whom he is visiting. He hasn’t been completely forthcoming on where she lives—I believe it is somewhere within a day’s ride of here. He’s quite enamored of her. You know how young men are.” Due to a beating my father had once given me, I speak very slowly. It was making the general restless, so I continued talking. “Still, he usually only spends a couple of weeks at a time with her, so he should be back next week some time. Would you like to wait?”

“No,” snapped the man so quickly I heard his teeth click. “The king may send someone else for him if necessary.” All polite fictions aside, I was a prisoner and he wasn’t going to give me a chance to escape. He also was impatient enough that he wasn’t going to search for Tosten. Something in me relaxed knowing my brother and Tisala were safe.

Garranon was still closer to me than the general, and no one but I could see his face. He gave me a wry smile. He knew me well enough to understand what I was doing to the general, but he made no attempt to interfere.

“Well then,” I said with impatience, as if it had been the general who was keeping us waiting. “If you are in such a hurry, what are you waiting for? Where is this horse you have for me?”

The horse they brought forward was solid enough to bear my weight, but clearly wasn’t going to outrun anything anytime soon. Maybe fifteen years ago it might have picked up a canter.

Garranon clearly expected me to object, but I didn’t. I didn’t need to escape on the road, because Oreg, as fanatically loyal to me as if the ancient platinum ring I wore still bound him to my service, would find me in Estian.

With a shrug, I checked the cinch, tightened it, and mounted. I rode out of the broken gates without waiting for them. I would have lost the pose of an uncaring, slightly silly lordling if I had looked back—so I didn’t. The stupider they thought me, the easier it would be for Oreg to get me out of this mess.

We rode until full dark. We didn’t make it to Tyrfannig, which was the nearest town, so they drew up camp in a relatively flat field. I protested mildly when my wrists were tied, but allowed it without active resistance. While the men cursed and stumbled about putting up tents, I sat by the fire and watched.