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Gisela got the sense that King John still mourned some great loss.

Her injury throbbed, distorting her thoughts with feverish confusion. Was it the king’s pain or her own that filled her heart with sorrow?

Already strained by the gash on her head, Gisela whimpered softly as tears formed.

“Whoa.” The king pulled his mount to a halt. He shifted, and a moment later Gisela felt his hand on her face. “Are you getting worse?”

The touch of his hand imparted comfort, and when he drew it away, she missed it.

“Rest if you can,” he murmured, slowly urging the horse up to speed. “We have a long way to travel yet.”

The king’s words were a reminder she sorely needed. Yes. She had a mission to fulfill. She couldn’t die.

The people they’d left back at the dock were depending on her. If she didn’t make it, there would likely be war, not only for her father’s people, but for King John’s, too. She owed it to them to survive.

More than that, she owed it to King John himself.