Entering the bailey was completely different to anything I’d known before. I was surrounded by the smell of fresh vegetables and baking bread.
I inhaled deeply. Savoring the scent. I hadn’t realized I’d pause to tip my head up. Until I felt a hand grip my upper arm.
I jumped and looked over. Stunned to see that Warlord was tugging me behind him. His head lowered so the brim of the large hat hid his face. Shouldering his way through the crowd of people at the booths.
We walked a ways ahead of the mounted soldiers and the king but as they saw the steeds they spilled apart and silenced.
Clearly Warlord wants no part of that attention.
He wanted to be through the crowd and halfway across the bailey before they noticed.
This was why people claimed to hardly ever see him.
