Chapter 39

“Search Frye for weapons. I’m sure he has at least one besides the one on his belt.”

Wach confiscated Frye’s belt knife, then patted him down until he found the one hidden in his boot.

Frye gave them a toothy grin. “The one in my bag makes three.”

“Come along now,” Janna said, tapping her leg like calling a dog. “Behave yourselves from here on out.”

Frye glared at her, then assisted Markle back toward the road.

Janna sent Suun and Wach ahead to get their coach from the town, leaving her and Varner to watch over the captives. If Markle had an instrument, they might have been able to escape. A chill ran up Frye’s spine. If they figured out Markle’s magic wasn’t singing, they would not be so kind with their treatment of him.