Neither of the two men would talk that night.
Rowan's people had them secured in the lower level of the stronghold before the residential section had fully settled back into quiet and two of the senior warriors spent three hours attempting to get something useful out of them. I was not present for that part. Not because I was excluded but because Rowan had quietly suggested that my arm needed attention and that Elder Moss had been asking for me and both of those things were true enough that I did not argue.
A woman named Sable who handled the kingdom's medical needs looked at my arm in the small room off the main corridor that served as her workspace. She was younger than I expected, close to my age, with steady hands and an economy of movement that reminded me of Gareth. She cleaned the
