Philippe barked orders, and his men immediately broke camp. Each ofthem spun offfrom the fire to an assigned duty. “What is happening?” Robard asked. He and Maryam rose from the fire. “I’m not sure. There is some kind of trouble. I think someone is after them.” Robard looked at me in disbelief, then snorted. “What do you mean by trouble exactly?” “What other kind of trouble do we know?” I asked. The fire was extinguished and we were plunged into darkness. The half moon had just peeked over the horizon, and there was enough light for me to see Robard’s face. “Just to be sure, you mean the bad-men-chasing-us-again kind?” he asked. “Yes, I’m afraid so,” I said apologetically. Robard sighed. “I will say this. Since I rescued you from those bandits, you’ve never been at a shortage for excitement.” “Tristan, what are we going to do?” Maryam asked. “Celia and her group are being pursued by enemies of some sort. She calls herself a Cathar, whatever that means.”
