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.
With some apparent reluctance, Tobias agreed, and then I retreated to my seat to address the entire group. “Everything must be done with the greatest of speed. Our armies are strong, but so are theirs. Every day this war goes on, the enemy digs deeper into our lands and terrorizes more of our people. With three countries against us, we cannot outlast them. I want a war measured in weeks, not months.”
Heads nodded back at me, though none of them had any more of an idea than I did for how we might accomplish that. I only knew that we had to find a way.
“Is there nothing you want from me?” Harlowe asked. It was the first time he’d spoken in this meeting.
I turned to him, but drew in a slow breath before speaking. “Your assignment may be the most difficult of all. Word must be sent throughout the kingdom, especially to the homes outside the cities. Invite anyone who wishes to come to Drylliad. Here we will offer them sanctuary within the safety of our walls. In exchange, all able-bodied men must prepare to fight in defense of the capital. Those who cannot fight shall help in any other way you ask of them.”
Harlowe dipped his head at me, then said, “The regents suggested we offer release to any prisoner willing to fight for Carthya.”
“What about Conner?” Even if he were Carthya’s last hope, I wouldn’t dare put a knife in that man’s hand. Bevin Conner would likely protest to his dying day that he was still a patriot, but I’d never be convinced he wouldn’t use that knife against our own men, and find a way to justify it in the name of patriotism.
“We wouldn’t release him, of course. Especially not now.” Harlowe cleared his throat, as if the words about to pass his lips made him uncomfortable. “We just learned he’s been sending information beyond our borders, to someone unknown.”
My eyes narrowed. “What information?”
e 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.