Coming to Terms
The Prince departed from me without speaking further, his body language clearly stating that he would hear no further pleas from me. I watched him go for a second, my thoughts all jumbled up inside. So I had done what I had hoped to do: the great Teuton Prince now knew of my mad journey through time. And he had brushed it off just like a stereotypical priest, like Hans always sidestepped the questions that he preferred not to answer. Joel and I were still trapped, and for several decades now, not just for two years.
But Beth is alive.
I found my three companions gathered near Count von Meldorf’s horses in silence, apparently waiting for me to rejoin them. The bailiff ducked his head at me when I stepped out of the trees, his hands moving automatically to the ropes that b
