Katsa caught the child’s eyes and stared her down. The girl gasped and backed up a few steps, then turned and ran from the hall.

Chapter Five

THEY MADE good time, though Katsa chafed at their pace.

“Katsa feels that to ride a horse at anything but breakneck speed is a waste of the horse,” Giddon said.

“I only want to know if Raffin has learned anything from the Lienid grandfather.”

“Don’t worry, My Lady,” Oll said. “We’ll reach the court by evening tomorrow, as long as the weather holds.”

THE WEATHER held through the day and into the night, but sometime before dawn, clouds blotted out the stars above their camp. In the morning they broke camp quickly and set out with some trepidation. Shortly thereafter, as they rode into the yard of the inn that kept their horses, raindrops plopped onto their arms and faces. They’d only just made it to the stables when the skies opened and water poured down. Rushing streams formed between the hills around them.

It became an argument.

“We can ride in the rain,” Katsa said. They stood in the stables, the inn ten steps away but invisible through a wall of water.

“At the risk of the horses,” Giddon said. “At the risk of catching our deaths. Don’t be foolish, Katsa.”

“It’s only water,” she said.

“Tell that to a drowning man,” Giddon said. He glared down at her, and she glared back. A raindrop from a crack in the roof splashed onto her nose, and she wiped at it furiously.

“My Lady,” Oll said. “My Lord.”

Katsa took a deep breath, looked into his patient face, and prepared herself for disappointment.

“We don’t know how long the storm will last,” Oll said. “If it lasts a day, we’d best not be in it. There’s no reason to ride in such weather—” He held up his hand as Katsa started to speak. “No reason we could give to the king without him thinking us mad. But perhaps it’ll only last an hour. In which case, we’ll only have lost an hour.”

Katsa crossed her arms and forced herself to breathe. “It doesn’t look like the kind of storm that lasts an hour.”

“Then I’ll inform the innkeeper we’re in need of food,” Oll said, “and rooms for the night.”

THE INN was some distance from any of the Middluns hill towns, but still, in summer, it had decent custom from merchants and travelers. It was a simple square structure, with kitchen and eating room below, and two floors of rooms above. Plain, but neat and serviceable. Katsa would have preferred no fuss to have been made over their presence. But of course the inn was unaccustomed to housing royalty, and the entire family threw itself into a dither in an attempt to make the king’s niece, the king’s underlord, and the king’s captain comfortable. Against Katsa’s protests a visiting merchant was moved from his room so that she might have the view from his window, a view invisible now but which she imagined could only be of the same hills they’d been looking at for days.