He’d tended to horses so often he could saddle a horse with his eyes closed. It would be better to keep his eyes open, though, to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Of course he had hoped journeying with Lady Warren would be exciting, but he never would have guessed just how exciting it would be. A grin spread across his thin face as pride flushed through him. It was a good thing they’d brought him along; Garith never could have rescued Emariya without his help.“Did you double-check that girth?” Garith asked as he loaded another sack onto a nearby packhorse.Rink tried not to roll his eyes. “It’s tight—I made sure.”Garith jerked his head in the direction of the path leading to the cave. “Go on, then. Take Raina up to Riya and wait there. I’ll bring the rest.”Rink was about to protest, thinking he should take Jessa’s mount, too, so Garith wouldn’t have to handle too many, but he decided against it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he’d been worried when Garith had carried the unconscious Lady Warren out of that bastard Russell’s tent.
