Briony thought that traveling with even a small army-and Eneas kept reminding her that his Temple Dogs made an extremely small army, scarcely even a battalion-was like living in a movable city, one that had to be taken down every morning and set up again the next evening. Even with a group of men as hardy as the prince's troops, swift riders who needed little in this spring weather beyond bedrolls and some source of water, they still could travel each day only as far as caution permitted. Few people were on the roads in this strange year, and those who were often had traveled no farther than from one walled town to the next, so information about what lay beyond the Southmarch border was scarce.

Every day took them farther north, winding up King Karal's Road (named after one of Eneas' most famous ancestors) out of Syan and through the lands that lay between it and the March Kingdoms, mostly tiny principalities who offered token allegiance to the throne in Tessis or the throne in Southmarch, but which only existed because the long era of peace had allowed them to keep their soldiers at home. Now that the north was in chaos they were less happy and less hospitable than they had been in the past.