Tasha pursed her lips and then muttered a curse. "The old man is so slow. He must be coming behind me." She looked behind towards the shadows where Murtagh was standing. It was a cue for him to move. He nudged his horse and rolled out of the shadows beneath the darkness of the sky. With his cloak and his cap, it was difficult to discern his features. Moreover, he was smelling acutely of herbs, so the guards could easily know that he was the healer. "Ah, there he is!" she said with an exasperated sigh. She raised her voice. "Could you please hurry up?"
The guard beside her chuckled. "Be easy on the old man," he said as he moved further to the side.
