A glorious smile lit his weary face. “Yes, and I’d give my right arm to be with her now, but I wouldn’t sacrifice Ward—no more than Ciarra would let me. My mother’s there, and she’s devoted to my wife. Ward’s troubles aside, we’d have put her in more danger by staying—the king’s men won’t fool around at Iftahar when they’re looking for us.” He turned his attention to Lord Duraugh. “Father, we don’t have much time. What are we doing?”

“Stala,” said Lord Duraugh, “I’ve got to leave you here. No sense rescuing the boy and having Hurog overrun while we’re about it. How many men do you need?”

“You’ve fifty men with you, and we can mount that and fifty more on trained, well-rested horses,” Stala said. If she felt any resentment at being left behind, Tisala couldn’t see it. “That leaves a hundred here—more than I need. If you’d like, we can pull a few more horses off pasture . . .”

“No,” said Duraugh. “I don’t want to feed and house more than a hundred in Estian anyway. It’s too expensive and unnecessary. I need to make a showing, but if the king decides to take us, it wouldn’t matter had I twice a hundred.”

“As to expenses,” said Tosten, “I know you didn’t bring much extra from Iftahar. Hurog can help support this army—I know that Ward has some gold stored away. I’ll bring it as well.”

Duraugh nodded. “It would help. I have some banked in Estian, of course, but I wasn’t planning on feeding an army there.”

“I’m coming, too,” said Tisala. “I know the Asylum and I owe Ward a favor.”

Duraugh hesitated, obviously wondering why Haverness’s daughter would know anything about the Asylum. A shrewd look passed over his face. “We’d be delighted to have you.”

That fast he’d made the connection Stala had missed; Tisala could see it in his eyes. Haverness’s daughter, with a known sympathy for Alizon’s rebellion, could have only one reason to know the Asylum so well: The Asylum had been built to hold the king’s brother. In Stala’s defense, though, it had long been rumored that Kellen was dead.

“Good,” she said, half surprised that Lord Duraugh’s speculations bothered her not at all. Being at Hurog had obviously made her less wary. “I’ll stay out of sight in Estian. You don’t want the Hurog name tied to that of a known rebel.”

He nodded and turned back to Stala. “Can you get my men settled? They need the rest. We’ll start at first light tomorrow—we’ve that much lead over the king’s men.”