Chapter 18As Isloman had said, Yengar, Olvric and the four High Guards appointed by Eldric to escort the Queen to Riddin found themselves slipping further and further behind her as she galloped relentlessly away from Eldric’s stronghold.
The two Goraidin exchanged concerned looks, but the High Guards, more used to Sylvriss by dint of their occasional Palace duties, seemed highly amused.
‘You may as well slow down,’ said Kirran, the most senior of the four. ‘She’ll stop when she’s ready and if we keep on like this we’re not going to last half a day.’
Yengar scowled, then blew out his cheeks in resignation. ‘I suppose you’re right,’ he said. ‘I’d forgotten how the Muster used to ride. Slow down. We’ll trot, and hope she remembers us soon.’
Some while later they caught up with the Queen,
