“Yes, I’m hungry—”

“I don’t care if you starve,” Sir Roye said, but he cut down the food pouch from Lord Odfrey’s saddle and flung it at Dain. “There’s your reward. Now be off with you.”

Dain clutched the pouch and stood there, determined to get what he wanted. “The

lord was going to give me a place—”

“He never did!” Sir Roye broke in angrily.

“I asked—”

“Aye, but he gave no promise.”

The two of them glared at each other until Dain finally looked away. Desperately he said, “But I helped you. I led you to the Bnen. I saved the huntsman’s life.