The horses used by Guren and Cyril were held by two soldiers in front of the castle. Several torches were lit in the garden. Prince Algis stood on the terrace, his face sometimes dark, sometimes clear in the torchlight that danced in the wind. Meanwhile, he and Guren stood uneasily, impatient to mount their horses and escape on the road to the Miscello Regional Fortress.
"I hope you reach the fortress unharmed!" Prince Algis seemed eager to escape from there, to go with Guren and himself. It was just that as the crown prince he had no rights of his own.
"I will try not to be killed, Prince!" Guren bowed and turned to his horse.
He did the same and reached the side of the remaining horse and climbed onto it. Guren kicked the horse in the stomach until it whinnied and then ran away from the castle grounds. It did the same and followed Guren effortlessly.
