“Yes, I will!” I often wondered if Mott had made it his life’s mission to oppose me. If so, he should feel very good about his success. I suspected if I chose something as unimportant as wearing a gray coat for supper rather than a blue one, he’d find a reason to argue about that too.
“They’re expecting you to rescue her,” he said. “This is a trap.”
“Do you think I haven’t considered that?”
“I think you’ve escaped some tight situations in the past and believe you can do it again this time. But it’s different now. They know you and they’ll prepare for your tricks. If you enter that camp, you will not leave it alive.”
I stood, shaking my head ferociously. “If they’re watching for me, then you’re no safer going in there.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
“But I’m not!” I yelled. “You will not fall into a trap meant for me! You will not die for me!” There hadn’t been a word from Roden since I’d sent him away three weeks earlier. For all I knew, he was gone. And now, perhaps Imogen too. The thought of something happening to another of my friends terrified me. If he really understood that, then he would stop arguing and let me have my way.
In the face of my frustration, Mott managed to remain calm. He licked his lips and said, “My first duty is to you, Jaron, and I will gladly go in your place. But your first duty is to this country. Not to her.”
That only made me angrier. “Do not lecture me about duty! What else have I done in life but my duty? I disappeared in the name of duty and returned for the same reason, and I will fight this war because it is my duty to do so. No matter how I wished to do otherwise, each time duty presented itself, I answered. But not this time. I am coming with you!”
Silence fell in the room. From the corner of my eye, I saw Amarinda lower her head, and I immediately regretted my words. My betrothal to her was a duty as well.
Tobias cleared his throat to get our attention, and then said, “Mott is right. Jaron, you should call Roden to come back. Send him to Libeth instead.”
At the mention of Roden’s name, everyone grew quiet again. Ever since our argument, I had refused to have any public discussion of Roden. Tonight would be no different.
“Roden can have no part in Imogen’s rescue,” I said stiffly.
That should have been the end of it, but Tobias pressed further. “Whatever fight the two of you had, he’s still the captain of your guard. If we’re at war, you’ve got to call him back.”
Thankfully, Mott intervened for me. “If Roden were ready to lead, he would never have left us. Let Jaron be.”
I took a deep breath before continuing. “The last question is how to protect the princess. They took Imogen because she was easy prey. We will not risk Amarinda.”
Her eyes widened as if she had not considered that she was in personal danger too. She glanced over at Tobias, who gave her a grim smile, then her attention returned to me.
“I want to keep the fighting away from Drylliad,” I said. “But if they know you’re here, this castle will become their top priority. You must leave to someplace safer.”
“She could go to Farthenwood,” Tobias suggested. “We could hide her in the secret passages if necessary.”
“I’d rather go home to my family in Bymar,” Amarinda said. “Someone needs to bring their armies to the border of Gelyn to fight. They will listen to me better than anyone else.”
“But you can’t get to Bymar without crossing through either Gelyn or Avenia,” I said. Neither was a safe route.
Without flinching, she answered, “I must go. The fastest route is through Avenia, where I could get a ship from Isel. Perhaps with an escort of soldiers, I can sneak through safely.”
I smiled back at her. She was braver than I had given her credit for, and she was right: Bymar would answer her call without hesitation.
“Any escort strong enough to protect you is sure to draw attention,” Kerwyn warned. “And once you’re in Avenia, you’ll stand out even further.”
“I agree.” Mott leaned forward and clasped his hands. “Unfortunately, my lady, you’ll be safer with the quietest possible escort.”
“Well, that’s me.” Tobias said it matter-of-factly, as if he had finally accepted what everyone already knew — that he would never be a warrior. Then he added, “Nobody would believe I was all you sent to protect a princess. Jaron, we could use the escape carriage.”
Late one night, when we were both too tired for any rational thought, Tobias and I had begun a discussion. It was born out of a joke for how I might one day slip back to Avenia for an afternoon on the beach, and at best was completely ridiculous.
“What’s the escape carriage?” Amarinda asked.
“It’s designed to look like a church wagon bringing charity for the sick and poor,” Tobias said. “It will appear to be carrying only food and supplies, but there’s a hidden compartment below it where we can hide, if necessary.”
I shook my head. “It was a joke, not an actual plan for escape. It’s not safe enough.”
“There are higher priorities than safety,” Amarinda said.
“Not for you,” I said sternly.
“When has your safety ever been a priority in protecting Carthya?” she countered. “Am I fit for nothing but decoration on your arm? We must get word to Bymar, and I am the best one to deliver it.”
“You and Tobias? Alone in Avenia?” That was absurd.
“The carriage isn’t a joke,” Tobias said. “I designed it, and I built it.”
I turned to him. “When?”
“While your leg recovered. I wanted to prove it was possible.” Tobias leaned forward. “Nobody could look at it from the outside and know it has a false floor. It will protect her. I will protect her.”
Everything in me fought against their suggestion. But in the end, I knew that our options were narrowing, and none of them were particularly good. If Avenia could get at Imogen, who was supposed to be unconnected to me now, then I didn’t dare think of the lengths they’d go to for our future queen. If she could get home to Bymar, she would be safe there, no matter what the outcome of this war.
Reluctantly, I gave my permission and said, “Get it ready for the morning. I want you to bring Fink.” Fink was an Avenian boy who returned with me from the pirates. He asked too many questions, paid attention to nothing for more than a few minutes, and seemed intent on crowding multiple sentences into each breath he took. But as far as I was concerned, he was family now, and I had to be sure he was safe as well.