The Prince’s Boy: 68

69: Jorin

We rode for two days west, and then turned northward, moving parallel to the Serde but not daring to go all the way to the river. We traveled slowly at night, but with less fear of discovery than in the daytime. We could trust no one. We were both wanted criminals now, traitors to the crown, and there was no way to tell where the loyalties of those we might encounter lay.

As we settled to sleep at the edge of a copse of trees, with dawn just lightening the sky, I asked, “How did you get to camp that first time?”

“Be more specific, my dear,” he said mildly, “lest men of intelligence think you a dunce.”

“When Kan summoned you to bond with me,” I said. It seemed so long ago. “You arrived fully dressed, and without a… a horse.”

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The Prince’s Boy: 68

69: Jorin

We rode for two days west, and then turned northward, moving parallel to the Serde but not daring to go all the way to the river. We traveled slowly at night, but with less fear of discovery than in the daytime. We could trust no one. We were both wanted criminals now, traitors to the crown, and there was no way to tell where the loyalties of those we might encounter lay.

As we settled to sleep at the edge of a copse of trees, with dawn just lightening the sky, I asked, “How did you get to camp that first time?”

“Be more specific, my dear,” he said mildly, “lest men of intelligence think you a dunce.”

“When Kan summoned you to bond with me,” I said. It seemed so long ago. “You arrived fully dressed, and without a… a horse.”

Read the rest of this entry »

Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.