Chapter 35: Consequences, Part 3
"I don't know," Telmé said, settling back in his seat, looking twice his age and three times as exhausted as Alrin felt. "His Majesty said he would address the matter himself upon our return, and he has altered our orders to have everyone return there as quickly as possible. I wish we were making better time, but nearly everyone is too badly injured. Until we are home, you are to stay confined to your tent unless absolutely necessary. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Highness."
Telmé jerked his head toward the door, and Alrin obediently rose and left, keeping his head down as he walked in slow, halting steps back to his tent. Nearly there, the last twenty or so paces seemed like a hundred. He stood where he was, body feeling as though it had been filled with glass, tears streaming down his face from exhaustion, agony, heart-break, and fear.
"Alrin"