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For some time they remained in in Kyte-on-Farrowmill, as Elven knew Talya and Meredith were unfit to travel, and he would not leave without them. He knew in his heart, too, that he had not yet fulfilled his duty to find the source of the rumored illness, and as much as he wanted to return with his newfound family to Courerà, he could not ignore what the queen had asked of him.
Their journey continued onward and into the north, and for several days they passed through Hösland: gently rolling hills sparsely dotted with copses of wood here and there and very few folk between them. They paused when they reached Kyte-on-Farrowmill, stopping for the horses to rest and the guards to recuperate in one of the many inns (though Elven doubted recuperation was on their minds). Meanwhile, he and Gwendolyn wandered the town, she curious to see so small a town and he with an eye always on the folk around them.
The conspiracy Elven had stumbled upon—namely, to poison the king’s daughter—was unfortunately deeper than just the cook who had been preparing Gwendolyn’s meals, and although he and several others had been arrested, even the threat of torture of death (much to Elven’s dismay) did not unravel the entirety of those responsible. Thus a tension was left over the king’s hall, and although Gwendolyn swiftly recovered and her meals were now prepared exclusively by her mother, the thought that the culprit was still about was disturbing.
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