Chapter 45

When Ayla woke up, Rhobart was already gathering their belongings. The horses had their saddles on, and breakfast was made. Even tea. Ayla got up, gathered her furs before going to the pool to wash her face and hands.

“Let’s eat. We leave in half an hour,” Rhobart informed her went she returned to the campfire.

Ayla nodded and sat on a rock, and Rhobart gave her a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. She looked at the Tree Spirit. The nightingales were quiet. “Tell me you didn’t!”

Rhobart took a bite of his eggs. “I don’t have a death wish. Daya loves her birds so much she would annihilate anyone that dares to harm them.”

“Then where did you get the eggs and bacon from?”

Rhobart shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep last night. Too many thoughts were running through my head, so I took a walk outside and ended up at the hot springs and played cards with some men. Came back with food. And wine.”

Ayla started eating. “Poor King Rhobart. He is so poor he has to play cards to put food on the tabl