Chapter 5
“Sorcerer, might I have a quick word?” Jonas waited for them at the bottom of the stairwell leading from the battlements.
Warin forced an easy smile. “Of course. Your highness, go back to the bedchamber. I’ll be just a moment.”
The old man spoke, “There’s a nice fire going in there, your highness. And some fresh, dry clothing should you wish to change.”
Benedict nodded. “Thank you.”
Warin waited for Benedict to disappear around the corner before turning to Jonas. “Well?”
“A messenger has arrived,” Jonas whispered. “Sent on ahead of the rest of the party. The ransom will be paid tomorrow.”
For just a moment it felt as though he’d been speared through the stomach. Foolish. Warin knew the ransom would be paid. No one would let Benedict stay a captive for long.
Jonas watched
