As they passed the end of the Bryony Bridge, Iona felt her heart sink. She couldn’t quite see the Guild Square from here, but she knew if she stepped about a hundred yards in the right direction she would. She knew that in all probability Pringle and Elor had already left, they were also supposed to be departing with the morning six-hour, but that didn’t help. She looked away. This was exactly what Pringle had meant, this was a distraction of the sort that might just get you killed. She shook her head and looked ahead. They would be at the transport circle in less than an hour and on the Tartarian border by midday. Where they went from there wasn’t her business, she wasn’t in charge she would just following orders.
Something told Pringle that all the effort he had put into assembling his
