The cabin was not a cabin as I took proper view of it. It was a logging outpost, built for punishment detail. Four walls of damp pine, a roof that leaked, and six bunks for men who were not soldiers and not prisoners, but something in between but I was the only one there.I had been left there that morning with a sack of stale rye, but by midnight, I returned with a rogue. Brandon wouldn't come inside, "your workers will scream if they see me, they've been told we eat children.""Do you?" I turned to him."Only on feast days," Brandon said flatly, then saw the look on my face. "No, my prince, we do not.""Wait here then, behind the woodpile. If you hear me shout, run."I pushed the door open but stumbled backwards when I saw three men inside, playing dice by a weak fire. Old Robert, a guy with the missing ear, and younger guy who couldn't have been older than sixteen. I knew they were not royal guards because Robert was there, when they stood when they saw him. "Your Highness.""Stop
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