Four miles away and six hours later, Tarkyn was glaring down at Waterstone. “If they can’t ride, tie them to the horses. They may well be too weak to ride on their own anyway.”
“Woodfolk don’t ride horses,” reiterated Waterstone stubbornly.
“Well, it’s about time you learnt.”
“Horses leave tracks, Your Highness. We don’t.”
Tarkyn put his hands on his hips. “And how are you proposing to carry three woodfolk, complete with chains, all the way here then? Awkward bundle, wouldn’t you say?”
“We will manage. We have four hours before the guard changes.”
Tarkyn turned away and took a couple of strides to calm his temper. He swung back and demanded, “And don’t you think the chains are going to make some noise and alert other people in the compound? What then? You’ll be exposed to everyone’s
