He didn't speak at all, didn't challenge the obvious lie, but his silence weighed more heavily than any accusation could have.
The column resumed its journey, Soren now hyperaware of the stares following him. Kaelor's questions had been overheard, his hesitation noted. The suspicion that had been simmering now threatened to boil over.
Near midafternoon, they reached a small clearing where a stream crossed their path. Ashgard called another brief halt, dismounting to confer with his remaining captains while the others watered their horses.
Soren stayed near Kaelor's litter, avoiding the clusters of knights who fell silent whenever he approached. He pretended not to notice how conversations halted, how eyes followed his movements, how hands drifted to sword hilts when he passed too close.
