"Less than an hour," Glaran agreed as she turned away and started walking again. He watched her for a moment, unable to stop himself from admiring the way she held herself. Even collared and tied as she was, she was royalty. He turned his head and spat softly, muttering a curse as he continued after her. "Far more trouble than she's worth."<br/><br/>After no more than a quarter of an hour, Glaran once again took Elizabeth's arm and led her off into the thicket. The ground had been sloping upward for some time now, and this time he led them to the mouth of a small cave. The assassin leading, they entered the cave. After what seemed an endless sequence of twists and turns through pitch darkness, Glaran stopped. After a moment, the soft flicker of a torch lightened a small campsite. The sound of water trickling could be heard further into the cavern. "We spend the night here," he said simply. Unsheathing his dagger, he approached the princess.