Kane's horse nearly went down crossing the river ford, and Joren grabbed the reins before the current could take it further.
"Careful!" Joren shouted over the water. "We push these horses any harder, we're walking the last day instead of riding it."
"We don't have a day to spare," Kane said, pulling free of the current, soaked to the waist.
They'd ridden hard for two days straight, Kane, Joren, and two coalition fighters, cutting the fastest route toward the council chambers, stopping only when the horses demanded it. The council session had been moved forward. Two days early. Every hour mattered now in a way it hadn't when they'd first calculated the timeline back in Dustbridge.
"The letters," Joren said, once they'd cleared the ford and pushed the horses back into a hard trot. "You'v
