"You shouldn't be lyin' about tings like dis. It could get dis little one hurt, non?"
As soon as Jacques said the words, Captain Lennart and everyone under his command tensed. Heila had become something of an idol to the small troop of soldiers after stories of her jumping into the freezing lake to help rescue Lady Ashlynn spread and none of them would tolerate seeing their idol threatened so blatantly.
"I'm not lying," Zedya said, stepping forward before any of Lennart's men could take matters into their own hands. She was sure the gesture was appreciated, but with Mistress Nyrielle here, there was no reason to resort to force when words would suffice and she had long become a master in the use of words as weapons and tools.
"Lady Ashlynn cares deeply for Lady Heila," Zedya said as she drew everyone's attention to her. "She's commissioned a blade for Heila made from the horn of a Frost Walker and I've been tutoring her in sorcery ever since we left the High Pass."
