“Go!” Jesse yelled, and this time Brook rolled away. Once he was free of the danger, the a*s’ hooves dropped to the ground. The beast looked only slightly dazed as it ambled off into the field, its quarrel with the boy forgotten.
And though he was now on his third mug of ale, it wasn’t Kaslan who’d refilled it. No one had. It had refilled itself.
Jesse decided the most plausible explanation was that he’d lost his mind.
Kaslan dropped into the chair across from him, breathless. “A scout just returned. We’re expecting more visitors within the hour.”
“Good. If your father intends to lead a war, you’ll need more men,” Jesse muttered. He’d not spoken to Easlan since their disagreement. Both men averted their eyes when they passed at the Mule.
Kaslan leaned in. “Jesse. It’s Lord Warwick we’
