Chapters (76)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- PART I
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- PART II
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- PART III
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- INTERLUDE
- PART IV
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- INTERLUDE
- PART V
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- PART VI
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- INTERLUDE
- PART VII
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- PART VIII
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“We have a few options, then,” Guy said, sliding back away from the ridge. It was probably ridiculous to stay prone at this distance, but nobody was willing to risk messing this up. “No horses and no carriage could mean a few things. Could mean they abandoned them earlier, to throw us off. Or could mean that’s only half of them down there, and the rest are out doing whatever unsavory things thieves like to do in the morning.”
“Raping, I’d think,” Reginold said, though no one even gave him a courtesy laugh. “If I were a thief, I’d think you’d start your day off with a good rape or two, then maybe some ham.”
FitzOdo stared at Guy dully. “He’s always like this?”
“Unfortunately,” Bolt answered, earning himself a smack in the chest.
“If they’re not all there,” Guy continued, “we risk losing Bassett again. Might be wiser to wait and see if the others return. At the same time, if that is all of them, waiting only prolongs the danger he’s already in. I’m open to suggestions.”
There was a short amount of face-making at this, and FitzOdo answered quickly upon seeing their reaction. “We should go now,” he barked, rising as if the decision had been made. “While we still have the advantage.”
It seemed to be exactly what everyone wanted. It had been a long ride back to Hallam, and there was nothing they wanted so much as to put this behind them.
But Devon didn’t move. Guy caught his eye, saw his urge to say something. He gave him a tight nod, permission. Devon’s lips parted and his voice was weak. “What advantage?”
“What?” FitzOdo said, barely noticing the distraction.
“You said we have every advantage, but I don’t … I don’t see that.”
“Are you serious? Is he serious?” FitzOdo chortled. “They don’t have any horses with them. We do. You want to wait for more of them to show up, with fresh supplies and horses? Or you want to ride down there and take care of them while they’re sleeping?” He sneered and turned to the others for a laugh. “Or perchance the word advantage is just a little too big for you?”
For a moment, Devon shrank. But Guy saw the look in Reginold’s face, and the way Bolt shifted his eyes while pretending to smile. They weren’t comfortable with the way the knight had just insulted Devon, and frankly Guy wasn’t keen on it, either. Against all odds, Devon shook off his worry and spoke, quickly, his eyes buried in the heath.