“That makes no sense,” Allan said. “The queen mother would happily raise any sum to retrieve her son, and she certainly has the will to do it.”

I nodded, raising my eyebrows.

“Unless he has some sort of plot in place to make sure that the ransom isn’t paid,” Allan realized.

“Or that Richard doesn’t live to see it,” I told him.

“Christ on a cross post,” Allan murmured.

“The queen mother will want to hear of this as soon as we can get to her,” David agreed. “And I shall relish reporting her son’s behavior to her besides.”

“Very well,” Allan said. “Eleanor first.”

“You shouldn’t go to Windsor,” Kate said, looking at me. “The whole royal court is there. Even if Prince John isn’t, there will be someone loyal to him. You’ll never get to the queen without being seen. And the longer you can stay dead the better, especially with this information.”

I frowned, but I couldn’t disagree.

“For what it’s worth, I’ll look to the sea. If he’s taking men or orders across the water, someone will have heard about it,” she said.

“What about my lord Winchester?” Allan asked.

Confused, I looked to him. “What about him?”

“Winchester Castle is little more than a day’s ride from here. We could send word to the queen mother to meet us there; his men would never betray you, would they?”

The Earl of Winchester had been the truest friend to Rob, and by virtue of that, to me. “No,” I said. “Never. Do you have some you trust to get a message to Eleanor?” I asked.

Kate nodded. “I do.”

“I’m coming with you,” Allan told me, his face serious for once. “I promised Robin that I would find you. I’ll see you back to him before I leave your side.”

My breath caught at the idea of seeing Rob again. How easy it would be to leave here, to slip from David and ride north until my body broke, until I found myself in front of Nottingham Castle.

I cleared my throat, wishing it cleared my head, and nodded. “Very well. And thank you, I suppose.”

“Thank you, I suppose,” Allan repeated, one eyebrow lifting up. “Well, from you, my lady, I’ll take it as the sweetest endearment.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to apologize, my lady,” David insisted, meeting Allan’s eyes in challenge. Allan smirked at him.

“When can we leave the city?” I asked.

Allan and Kate looked to each other. “Before dark would be best,” Kate said. “Or tomorrow, but I think it’s better to leave before that.”

I nodded. “Where can we get horses?”

Allan just smiled.

We stole the horses. Sort of. They were horses that the mob had stolen from the palace the night before, and it were a simple thing for Allan to start a brawl until those that stole them were all a bit busy.

And yet, if my blood were to be believed, I were at least in part the rightful owner of those horses.

Which were fair stranger than stealing them, in truth.

Kate gave me a cloak, and her father gave us a sack of food for our travels. We rode at a much slower pace than David and I had the night before. The roads were full of people now, traveling to and from London. It weren’t a happy sight—people were worn and broken, tattered and tired. I felt foolish to be on a horse.

And yet I were worn and broken too. Every bump in the road were agony to my bones, and beyond any pain, I were just weary. Weary and so aware that the only place I wanted to be were in Nottingham, and this road were taking me in the wrong direction.

We passed by Windsor, and I kept my cloak up and my head down. Not like any of the nobles were on the road with us—God knows there would have been a bigger fuss if so—but still.

When we went through Runnymede, a gorgeous piece of royal forest that the road slashed across, all bright green hills and sun dappling through gray clouds, a troop of knights came galloping through. People dashed to get out of their way, and I led my horse off the road, sliding off his back as they passed. Their cloaks snapped out behind them, and I saw the royal banner on their clothes.

They might have been Eleanor’s knights. But they might have been Prince John’s too.

So I kept my head down.

We got to Silchester just before nightfall. It were a large town but not large enough to be called a city; it stood at the crossroads that led all over England, and they were very particular about closing their gates at nightfall to keep out vagabonds and unwanted travelers. We managed to shuffle into the town with a large group as they began to lower the portcullis.

It weren’t until the gate were full shut that I saw the royal knights, and my heart seized in a panic.

“Stay close, my lady,” David said.

I nodded, and Allan nodded once at me.

There were two knights, and they were directing people to the well in the center of town. There were a man there, standing on a small box and holding a parchment with seals flapping off it. I frowned.

“The King of England, Richard the Lionheart, has been captured. For the release of our noble king, the Holy Roman Emperor has demanded a sum of 65,000 pounds of silver.”

I gasped, and I weren’t the only one. The amount were ungodly high.

“To pay for this, the queen mother has instituted a tax on the people of England; one quarter of your income and the value of your holdings is now due to the Crown of England.”