<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3d/42/7d/3d427df3d29fc3adfe98667e350ce9f6.jpg)</div><br/>Nothing more came of it,  Songbird remained quiet over it.   She curled up and went to sleep.    The morning came,  those of the caravan made ready for travel again.  Like the other day, stop and camp.  The caravan leader and his men get the caravan on the road again efficiently.   By night fall the caravan will reach town.     Hellhound and Songbird are paid up to the town.   The caravan will  be continuing on then.  So a decision has to be made by Hellhound, does he have them continue with the caravan heading east.    Or does he plot a new path.<br/><br/>Songbird been quiet,  not out of anger for not being sold.   But out of cowardice,   that cowardice drives her now, the fear is settled in her gut.   She wondered if he continued to get his other sixty gold pieces.   What if there wasn't at the end.  With the news,  what reason would there be.<br/><br/>Thurmgard does not bother them again.   He can be seen barking orders, engaging with other patrons of the caravan, merchants and travelers.<br/><br/>What is surprising through is that Hellhound thoughts are on the story his mother would tell him that his father was the emperor.    Yet not once did he even consider.  Who did the concubines belong to surely not the empress,  they would have belonged to his supposed father.    That Songbird had belonged to the late emperor.