With some awkwardness caused by his manacles, Corwin scrambles into his saddle.<br/><br/>"Can we get going now, please?"<br/><br/>Aysel snorts.<br/><br/>"May your road be straight and level, my siblings.  And as for you, do not return.  Next time I may not stop my men from slitting you open."<br/><br/>Then she signals to the guards to let you pass, ignoring Corwin's sudden, nervous laughter.<br/><br/>