When I awoke in the morning—because Marin finally shook me, telling me everyone was ready to leave and I could sleep the day away after we reached Windroven—he’d gone hunting to supplement the provisions we’d leave in the cabin for him. Or so Graves said. Instead I pictured him hiking up the long trail and knocking on the door Andi had promised would be opened for him. The image made me happy, so I kept it in my mind and embroidered it as we rode through the stark Wild Lands. Finally I made myself finish it and tuck it away in my mental treasure chest, alongside the sweet memories of Hugh. My touchstones of happiness. My forget-me-nots. Short-lived and hard won. And all the more precious for it. The trip back seemed uneventful, even boring, compared to the way in. Graves—mainly due to Skunk’s excellent scouting skills—deftly avoided the patrols from Ordnung. There were fewer than the men expected, in fact, as if Uorsin’s forces were engaged elsewhere. Once we finished our long circuit around the castle itself and made our way to the high road, it became clear that tensions had only risen during our short time away.
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