‘You suspect Riadan is behind this?’ asked Virinel.
‘My pardon, Your Grace …?’
Elaaron looked around at the speaker.
Lindil strode up to the fire, tucked a loose strand of her dark hair behind her ear, and glued her fists on her hips. ‘I too wish to hunt the cowards who have put lives in jeopardy.’
Jaros made a sound in his throat, somewhere between a snort and a cough. His wife glared at him.
‘Tomorrow, at first light,’ said Elaaron, determined to avoid distractions, ‘I want to pick up their trail and go after them, with as large a company as possible. We are riding into a political storm. Some of those here should complete the journey to Ilkyrie, including the women.’ He looked apologetically at Lindil, then stood. ‘Virinel … rescuing the MageGate will take longer than I had hoped f
