Chapter Twenty-Seven
By mid afternoon, and a whole day of riding, Gwyn demanded, “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to the castle.”
“How observant of you,” Thornton said lightly.
“Thornton.” There was both a warning and an order in Shadow’s tone.
“To see a friend.”
“What sort of friend?” Iain demanded suspiciously.
“Relax,” Thornton said easily. “A wizard who has a portal tower that’ll take us to the capital. We’ll be across Relthon in an instant.”
“To Crell?” Iain’s voice still held a hint of suspicion.
“That’s the only capital city Relthon has,” Thornton said.
“Then why couldn’t the captain use it?” Gwyn demanded.
“Because the wizard can only send eight at a time. That means we’ll have to leave most of the horses behind,” Thornton said.
“No guess who’ll be walking,” Iain
