At that point, Handy had started to get concerned. He spent the remainder of the day, of which there was not much left by the time he had been able to pull away from the festival, searching for the mare around the city. He had even contemplated climbing his way up to the castle before he realized Tanismore or one of his other peers among the royal knights would probably rope him into something stupid and festival-related, and he’d want to postpone that as much as possible.