"Rest now. We fight in the morning."She and her guards set up camp a hundred yards from the wizard's hidden home, never realizing their every move was...being watched from inside the house.Celeste lay with her back to William, crying into her fists, which she had balled up and was pressing into her eyes as hard as she could."I didn't know," she sobbed quietly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."William reached over, resting his hand on her shoulder. He could feel her shaking and began rubbing up. She got one with her first throw and she did an excellent flick of the wrist to put her loop up around its throatlatch as she tightened it. Her dally was perfect too.We let the unfortunate captive pull and fight for about fifteen minutes and after he'd given up I got down and turned him loose so we could do it all over again.After everyone except Daro and Rayta made two catches we dismounted and had some pemmican and water for lunch. Daro and Rayta spent most of the time wheedling for a turn. She felt that he was just a little too slick. John, for his part, was scared spitless of her. He had made the mistake of calling her Susan once. He never made that mistake again.As I leaned on my shovel, I called out, “Hey John, how’s my favorite boy scout? Have you learned how to read a map yet?”He grimaced as he dismounted his horse. “You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”I had first met John as he was guiding a family from Nebraska. They had never been in the big mountains. She was out of the bathroom by the time his alarm rang.“Don’t shower,” she told him. “I’m cooking breakfast.”“Shave?”“Definitely shave.”He did, came out in his robe, and appreciated her cheese omelet. When he cleared the table, she had more directions.“Just let those soak. I’m going back to bed.” When he followed her in, he found her lying face-down on her elbows on her side of the bed.“What does this mean?” Well, she should tell him. He’d been awfully cooperative this far with only cryptic.