Chapter 18. A Second Attack

CAIVAN

I spent the night at an inn by the roadside called the King’s Boar. It wasn’t exactly the best, but it beat staying in Gilford or any other village along the way where I would risk assassination.

After a cup of tea and some bread, I sit at a table in the corner of the parlor and go over the last few weeks. How many court officials looked pissed when Xanwed deposed Edward and made me fourth in command. And what was Elwyn doing in Gilford? Somehow, I doubt he was there for the Hunt. Granted, there are things I must have missed at court, whispers I had disregarded, but the fact that Elwyn was placed in charge of any secret proceedings pulls my hair on end. Xanwed must be mad or blind to have that psycho in charge of anything.

I can’t unravel anything yet, so I leave the inn early. This time, I ditch the coat and take on the clothes of an ordinary traveler; a flannel shirt and a woolen coat with brown breeches. Inwardly, I’m grateful none of the pack are nearby,