Gerald rose as Elven spears prodded him to his feet. They"d marched all day, and he"d thought this stop was the end of their efforts, but he was obviously mistaken. By his estimation, they were close to the town of Anvil—did their captors intend to take them there? Further thoughts were cut off as their guards parted, revealing a new visitor.
"Princess Margaret?" he said.
The dark-haired woman smiled, clearly pleased by the recognition. "Gerald Matheson, it appears we are destined to meet again."
"I thought you a prisoner?"
She held out her hands to the side, displaying her ornate robes. "Do I look like a prisoner?"
"Who is this?" asked Kraloch.
"The queen"s sister," replied the marshal.
"But this woman is older than Queen Anna?"
"Yes, but she disappeared after the war. We assumed
