Alys had a scheme.
Maximilian would have wagered his right hand upon it. Nay, he would have wagered his soul. Her sudden compliance could mean naught else. He was intrigued and curious, and guessed it had something to do with this Ninestang Ring. The sheriff had sharpened to attention at the mention of it, as well, so there was some detail known to locals but not to Maximilian.
He guessed any discovery would not be to his advantage.
He doubted it had much to do with witches or sorcery.
He rode ahead of the others, ignoring the rain and the darkness. The choice appeared reckless or confident, and would convince Alys that he was persuaded of her willingness. In truth, he trusted Tempest to find a path. And he would not sleep in this woman’s presence in the foreseeable future. Her hatred
