The Secret Princess

Luke drank deeply. The memory of Evelyn’s kindness warmed his heart even as the sight before him caused his blood to run cold in his veins.

This close to the ground, he could see the surface of the path well in spite of the dim light. To his surprise, the road showed signs of heavy travel.

But why? Who could possibly have passed this way? These lands were Lydian territory now. King Garren’s men would have no cause to travel so far down the road, not since their retreat from the battle at Sardis the previous fall.

And yet as Luke analyzed the prints more closely, he saw they were all of similar size, belonging to grown men, not women or children. These were not the footprints of random villagers, then. No, though it was too dark for Luke to make out much detail, he’d tracked enough Illyrians in the borderlands to recognize the distinctive shape of the boots of the Illyrian soldiers.

And the prints were all pointed in the same direction.

Toward Sardis, Lydia’s great walled city.

His pulse quickened. Luke ran forward along the road, stopping now and then when a break in the trees provided enough light for him to check the path for tracks. Again and again he saw the prints and wondered at the number of them. At least a dozen men must have passed along the road since the last heavy rain— possibly many more than that, even. In places, the path was heavily trampled.

Where were they going? Who had sent them? What were they up to?

Luke ran until a patch of moonlight revealed only smooth dirt. He glanced behind him, but the shadows obscured the road. Somewhere since last he’d paused to check, the Illyrian soldiers had left the road.

But which way had they gone?

They were still a good ways from Sardis. If the soldiers had headed west again, they’d quickly find themselves back at home among the Illyrian mountains, a perfectly innocent place for them to be. Luke supposed, given the difficulty of travel through the dense woods, it was entirely possible they’d used their old road to access their own lands—a relatively benign breach of the peace treaty, one he would not begrudge them.

But if they’d left the road to turn east, they’d be deep in Lydian territory and could sneak up on the city of Sardis itself if they traveled far enough.

Luke panted, tired from his long run through the night. It was too dark for him to try to track the boot prints through the woods, and it would be foolish for him to attempt to hunt down a dozen or more Illyrian soldiers without any men on his side. He needed to alert his brother to King Garren’s activities.

The Illyrian boot prints might be innocent enough—and Luke hoped for the sake of peace that they were. But at the same time, he wasn’t about to forget he’d seen them. He’d dispatch men to scout out the area, though he wouldn’t personally accompany them.

No, he’d given his word to Bertie that he’d help the boy and his sister escape. So whether Evelyn wanted to leave King Garren’s household or not, Luke would do what he could to fulfill his promise.

* * *

Evelyn’s thoughts raced as Omar guided her up the stairs to King Garren’s chambers. She thought about trying to escape his grasp, but with her brother still bound in the dungeon, she didn’t dare do anything rash. They’d only take out their anger on Bertie if she did.

Bertie. Her heart ached at the thought of him. That he’d been caught trying to visit the tower only made matters a thousand times worse. She shouldn’t have mentioned to her brother that she wanted to visit the tower. No doubt that’s why Bertie had returned there—either looking for her or concerned for the prince on her behalf.

Too soon Omar pounded on the wooden door to King Garren’s chambers. As she’d anticipated, her grandfather was furious about being awakened. He threw open the door and blinked at them in the sudden light from the torch Omar still carried.

“What are you doing with my granddaughter?” The king, to Evelyn’s relief, directed his initial anger at Omar.

“The prisoner has escaped.”

“Escaped! Did you sound the alarm?”

“I caught these two helping him escape.”

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