Chapter 5
A carriage did not wait for me this day, and as Sylvain had taken our only horse, I walked the streets. I did so with some trepidation, considering the treasure I carried. The town bustled with trade, noise, and excitement of the pending coronation. There were foreign visitors, and the alehouses were doing a brisk trade. A general sense of unease mingled with the excitement in the air. People were restless. Duir’s coronation would be the one thing capable of resolving their worry. Even as I thought this, I saw a skirmish break out between several men. Luckily, there were guards about, and the dispute died before it truly took root. I clasped the pack closer to me and had passed the now dispersing crowd that gathered around the fight when a grand rosewood carriage drew up and slo
