"And this location," Ragnar said at last, breaking the silence. "Would you still remember how to get there?"
Casilo nodded slowly. "I do. But I doubt they would still be there. If we returned now, I reckon the only thing we'd find would be a field of corpses, both my men and theirs."
Ragnar hummed quietly in response. When he finally spoke again, there was a strange, thoughtful edge to his voice.
"So the prisoner was telling the truth," he muttered, more to himself than to Casilo. "House Tavish is truly building an army."
Still seated on the bed, Casilo's features gradually twisted with confusion.
"What prisoner?" he asked. "What army?"
His confusion was expected, especially given that he had been away on the king's assignment when Jorrit had been apprehended.
