“She’s a rogue, Captain. I can feel it. She has those eyes that drill into your head.” The younger man finally broke into the conversation with his panic leading the way.
The older men standing around mumbled uncomfortably. Grund halted the premature conversation with a stern look. In a snap decision he gave a simple quick order. “Take her to the chamber.” He turned with military precision and headed for the Keep.
Calla’s plans shattered under the turn of uncontrolled events. These men were not as predictable as those she was accustomed to dealing with.
It took longer than he wished to find Vans but the delay did not dampen Kalest’s spirits. He was on his way to a few days of reprieve in the solitude of the deep woods. The men were in disarray around the horses as he came through the garden and across the field. Grund was missing and things felt off as he approached the hunting party. His awareness spiked to defensive position as he continued his approach to the men and his hand instinctively went towards his short knife.
He whirled instantly as a hand lighted on his shoulder to find himself face to face with Grund. “You almost had a new hole in your belly to match the ones that sit there now, what is it man.” Kalest’s agitation was not hidden as he tried to speak lightly to his old friend and Captain.
Grund’s mood was somber and he carried that in his words. “We have a girl, Sir.”
Kalest smiled despite the heaviness Grund carried. “And one small girl is a problem for you?” Kalest put his hand on Grund’s shoulder. “I would think she would be no match for my best man.”
Grund didn’t return the lighthearted exchange Kalest was offering. “She is asking for an audience with you, My Lord.” Grund hesitated but kept his gaze locked on Kalest that conveyed more than words could. “She is Erbonian and,” Grund hesitated again, “unusual, Sir.”
Kalest’s was instantly agitated but for the wrong reason. He stepped to M’keel and mounted in a fluid movement. “On what reasoning was she picked up and is now a guest in my Keep?”
“The city guards brought her in for thieving, she claims she was hungry and hasn’t the money to buy.” Grund continued his thoughts unprompted, “When that proved to be a lie, she demanded to see you and will say no more.”
“More games crawling across our peace treaty line.” Kalest reflected before continuing. “Have the prisoner questioned, and I’ll see to the matter when you have exhausted your means. I go to hunt and will return in a few days. If you glean nothing then I will see to the matter when I return.”
Grund reached for Kalest. “Sir, I believe you would want to take care of this matter yourself. Now.”
“Whatever secrets she holds, they will wait till the fourth night when I return.” Kalest growled out through his agitation.
Grund knew Kalest had made up his mind so he bowed and turned his attention to his duty which now sat within the Keep and not to the hunt.
Kalest set M’keel to a run and headed for the west field. The path he desired lay at the edge of the tree line.
Calla wondered how she had managed to get herself into this situation. She was a prisoner instead of a guest as she let diplomacy vanish and allow suspicions to run ramped.
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