He heard a whisper somewhere behind him, “Dog’s teeth! It really is the prince.”
Their captain produced a flourishing bow, “It is an honour, Your Highness. Unexpected, but an honour nevertheless.”
His company followed suit.
“You may rise,” said Tarkyn after a moment, “And perhaps you would honour me by introducing yourselves.”
Their captain’s eyes narrowed, “You’re a cool customer. I’ll say that for you. My name is Orolan. We are brigands, working the forest along the Great West Road. Turning a quick profit in any way we can.” He folded his arms again, “And you have just triggered the alarm on our stash.”
Tarkyn smiled, “Oh, is that what it was?” He frowned, “But we came this way a few months ago and I’m sure that someone must have touched these stones then – in fact, I’m sure they di
