He came to his feet with his sword in his hand only to find Carey standing there, while he pissed, staring to the north. Considering the probable time, Carey must have slept for twelve hours straight through, maybe more. His face was pale but the swelling was almost gone and he looked better, though his expression was unhappy. “She’s there, at Jedburgh,” said the Courtier, more to himself than to Dodd. “She’s there with her bastard husband who arranged for her to be kidnapped and I’m here and…” “Ay,” said Dodd, doing the same as the Courtier against a stone and then going into the second part of the little shelter where the hobbies were and bringing them both out, stamping and snorting and sulking because they were hungry and didn’t have any food. He hobbled both of them and let them go onto the turf by the river where there was some sour tough grass and a few thistles. He didn’t have any food either so he wasn’t inclined to sympathise with them.
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