TWENTY-SIX
When day dawned, Rudolf was resolute. He'd managed a second interview with Arlie, where she'd told him the last she'd heard, Portia was still in her father's house. No one had seen her for months, but her personal guard were there, and her men did not hide, so where they were, she would be, too.
It was strange to think of Portia as having multiple men, like she kept a harem of sorts. What did one call a stable of men? A barracks, or a company, perhaps – for they were a military unit, sworn to protect her, and not her lovers.
It took the men half the day to break camp, to Rudolf's bewilderment. If they did not move faster, it would take them three days to reach Angus's house, when it was less than a day's ride. But determination drove him – determination to free Portia and he
