Roland had remained silent as they rode on Magnus’s horse out of Amir. It was not yet dawn when Magnus allowed them a short rest. Now the prince sat on a rock, gazing off into the distance, his face expressionless. He’d wrapped his cloak tight around him.
Magnus reached into his traveling sack and pulled out another, heavier cloak. “Here, use this if you are cold.”
“I’m not.”
“Do not be stubborn, your highness. I can tell by your trembling.”
“I do not tremble.” Roland snatched the cloak out of Magnus’s hands and wrapped it around the other one. He lowered his lashes so they masked his eyes.
Magnus sat on the rock beside him. “I am sorry, Roland.”
Roland’s breath came out shaky, broken. “I cannot believe I left her behind.”
“She knew what she was doing when she sent you away,” he sai
