Chapter Twenty-Five
A companionable silence fell between them as they rode. Since Matilda had first earned them a bed and meal at an inn, they’d aimed for a different town each night on their way to the capital and a woman Elora called the silver witch.
Each day the coldness Elora displayed had thawed a little. In part, thanks to Matilda and, in part, thanks to the progress they made.
The horses he’d purchased were serving them well. A good night’s rest in a stable at each inn was giving them a hardiness Rhysdan hadn’t expected. He didn’t know how badly they must have fared before he purchased them, but it was clear he’d bought them from someone he shouldn’t have trusted. No doubt his savings would be gone.
Perhaps one more adventure was worth it, he thought. Assuming we all live to ta
