There were several large groupings of rocks surrounding the relatively flat stones that marked the path to the cave. “Are you sure about this?” Jessa asked the next morning as they finished packing up their camp. Throughout the night the snow had slowed, and now only a few tiny flakes swept down. The wind, however, raged about them, swirling the newer, lighter snow around their feet. “No,” Emariya answered, shaking her head. “I'm not really sure about anything, but this seems like the best choice. I don't want Russell to take Reeve by surprise.” She shoved her herb pouch into her pack harder than necessary. Jessa smiled at her encouragingly. “It will be all right; we'll warn him in time. But what about Prince Ahlen? He may be in danger, too. And you did give him your word…” Emariya knew this was what was really troubling Jessa. In Jessa's black and white world, if you gave your word, you kept it.
