“I need you to lead the horses and follow me,” he said to Lisbet. He was looking directly at her. His eyes were gentle, but was he? He’d saved their lives, but that told her nothing else, nothing important. Did she have any other path than to follow him and his word?
Lisbet nodded. Instead of looking into his eyes, she focused on his longbow. She’d only seen one like it in the Westerlands, where they trained their men to be one with their weapons.
“Lisbet, all will be well, but we must be quick. There will be more of them. There are always more.”
“Where… where are we going?”
“There is a farm, not thirty minutes by foot, quicker by horse. No one lives there. Not anymore.”
“You know the way?”
“I know it,” the man said.
“Rav—our other friend. She’s not here. She needs to know where we’
