Royce made another survey of the hill and a thorough check of the seret, their horses, and their gear. He found symbol-emblazoned tunics, confirming their knightly identities, and a good-sized bag of gold, but no documents of any sort. He pulled the saddle and bridle off one horse and let it go.

“There’s only the two?” Hadrian asked when he returned. “I expected more.” He stirred the coals of the fire with a stick, brightening the hilltop. Arista looked better. She was eating a bit of cheese. Her face was washed, her hair brushed. She certainly was showing more resilience than he had expected.

“Gives you a whole new respect for Etcher, doesn’t it?” Royce said.

“How do you mean?”

“He never planned to bring all of us here, just her. He’s a lot brighter than I gave him credit for.”

“He wasn’t too smart,” Arista told them. “The seret cheated him out of thirty gold Luis Guy had promised.”

“So this was Guy’s operation, not Merrick’s,” Hadrian said.

“Not sure,” Royce responded. “Seems too sophisticated for Guy, but Merrick’s plans don’t fail.” He looked at the princess. “Of course, not even Merrick could have anticipated what she did.”

Hadrian stood up and threw away the stick, then looked at the princess. “You gonna be okay? Can you ride?”

She nodded rapidly and followed it with a sniffle. “I was pretty scared—really missed you two. You have no idea—no idea how happy I am to see you again.” She blew her nose.

“I get that from a lot of women,” Hadrian replied, grinning. “But I’ll admit, you’re the first princess.”

She managed a slight smile. “So what do we do now? I haven’t a clue where we are, and I’m pretty sure there isn’t any meeting with Gaunt.”

“There could be,” Royce said. “But Cosmos doesn’t know where we are to tell us. I’m sure Etcher never carried any message about Hintindar back to Colnora. I should have told Price before we left, but I didn’t want to take chances. Just stupid, really. I was being too cautious.”

“Well, you know I’m not going to argue,” Hadrian told him. “It was withholding information that got us into this.”

Arista looked at Royce questioningly.

“I told him,” Royce said.

“No bruises?” she asked. “Not even a black eye?”

“We never got that far, but maybe later when we have more time,” Hadrian said. “Turned out we had to hurry to save a woman who didn’t need saving.”

“I’m real glad you did.”

“We should head to Ratibor,” Royce said. “We aren’t too far. We can reestablish connection with the Diamond there.”

“Ratibor?” Hadrian said suddenly.

“Yeah, you know, dirty, filthy rat hole—the capital of Rhenydd? We’ve seen where you grew up, so we might as well stop by my hometown as well.”