"Apologies, Mistress," he said. "Are you well?"

"Your Royal Highness," said Jino. "You are back before we looked for you."

Briony straightened her clothes to cover her confusion. Royal Highness? Then this young man must be Eneas, the prince. She felt her breath getting a little short as she looked up. Was this truly the boy she had thought about so much during that year of her childhood? He was certainly as handsome as the prince she had imagined, tall and slender but wide-shouldered, with a tangled mass of black hair like a horse's mane after a long, fast ride.

"There is much to tell," the prince said. "I rode fast." He looked at Briony, puzzled. "And who is this?"

"Highness, allow me to present Briony te Meriel te Krisanthe…" Jino began.

"Briony Eddon?" The prince interrupted him. "Are you truly Briony Eddon? Olin's daughter? But what are you doing here?" Suddenly remembering his manners, he grabbed her hand and lifted it to his lips, but his eyes never left her face.

"I will explain all later, Highness," Jino said. "But your father will want to hear your news about the southern armies. Did everything go well?"

"No," Eneas said. "No, it did not." He turned back to Briony. "Are you dining with us tonight? Say yes."

"Y-yes, of course."

"Good. We will speak more then. It is astounding to see you here. I was just thinking about your father-I admire him greatly, you know. Is he well?" He did not wait for an answer. "Jino is right, I should go. But I look forward to our conversation later." He took her hand, kissed it again, a mere brush of his dry, wind-chapped lips, but looked at her as though he meant to memorize her every feature. "I told them you would grow up a beauty," he said. "I am proved right."

Briony watched Eneas go, staring after him for several moments before she realized her mouth must be hanging open like that of some Dalesman sheepherder getting his first view of a real city. "What did he mean by that?" she said, half to herself. "He couldn't have even known I existed!"