From the vast acres of deep green foliage of the woods several feet below them now, Honor took in the tranquil blue of the Mediterranean sky, the vast expanse of green slopes dropping away from them, criss-crossed with hard-packed tracks that would turn into muddy rivers after a downpour of rain. Shiny outcrops of rock spearing through the green shimmered in the sunlight. Bird song, not the cry of battle, filled the sky. Only the clip-clop of the mules’ hooves disturbed the humming insects as they passed. And still the heaviness of intuition told Honor they were not alone.
"How can you be sure we have moved away from Phillipe's recommended routes? Have you been here before?"
“Of course not. We alway took our leave in a town where we could relax and top up on our personal items of need.”
“A hard life.”
Honor barely heard the words he spoke so quietly.
“We knew how to play, make no mistake, we had good times. I can’t deny it, life could be tough, and yet the friendships are the sort that will last a lifetime.”
Her voice trailed off as the image of three men pulling her husband off his horse and dragging him out of the camp ambushed her.