Despite their claims they could manage anything he’d try to do to escape them, D’Jacques found himself tied to his saddle the next day. In addition, he was boxed in by the four soldiers. Rather than try to figure out a way to be rid of them, he decided it would be in his best interest not to fight them. Especially after Paxton and Renken informed him of their intent.
“You know, as well as we do, that it’s gonna take a few days for those fires to die out, and the spiders, too,” Renken remarked.
They’d had breakfast, and were about to saddle up for the last leg of this trip. The big, brutish-looking man who’d wrapped the straps around him last night approached him with the straps again.
“So what are you trying to tell me?” D’Jacques asked, climbing onto his mount.
“We’re taking you back
