CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Lord Cranston and his men sailed for Ishjemme with all the speed that their borrowed boats would allow. He wished that speed were greater, but it turned out that a man betraying his queen’s commands couldn’t afford to be picky, and there were only so many vessels that would take them where they wanted to go.
He gripped the side rail tight as they approached the fjords, thinking of how this would look to anyone there on the shore. He wasn’t surprised to find fires springing up on the shore, warning signals telling the city beyond that they were coming.
“They think that we’re enemies, my lord,” Will said, moving to Lord Cranston’s side. Lord Cranston didn’t mind the familiarity of it. Will was probably the only person in their company who missed Kate more than him, an
