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of spies into this well-run army.’’
    Raven nodded in agreement. ‘‘I’ve heard so many women go on about wanting a biddable husband, but I’d rather have a strong-willed man who can keep your children in line. Weak husbands make spoiled children.’’
    Ren leaned against the wall, rubbing at the bridge of her nose, weighing the few options available. ‘‘Okay, Odelia stays. I want to send a report downriver to let our mothers know she’s safe and that we might miss the opening of Summer Court. Trini will have to preside as Elder Judge. See what the Whistlers have in the way of riding horses. After I’m done with my report, I want to head out.’’
    Raven shook her head. ‘‘It’s dusk, Ren, we’re dead tired, in a strange land, and they’ve had one go at a royal princess today already. Let Bounder search for the cannons. Or do you really want Odelia to be Eldest?’’
    The last made Ren laugh, but she conceded the point.
    ‘‘Okay. Okay. Halley, though, is two months older than Odelia.’’
    ‘‘No one has seen Halley for four months,’’ Raven said quietly.
    Ren sighed, closing her eyes against the pain that truth triggered. ‘‘There is that.’’
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    ress reports, as well as complaints of hunger growing among their younger sisters.
    The Princess Ren was pleased at finding her sister alive and well. When Princess Odelia had gone missing, she had feared the worst. Seeing that the younger princess was not fit to ride, it was decided that the royal party would spend the night. Knowing their mothers would have a fit if Princess Ren was housed in the barn, Corelle offered up both the youngest and the older sisters’ bedrooms. They were graciously accepted. Nothing had been said, Heria complained, about dinner, and all the baby sisters were starting to whine and cry. Knowing full well that his sisters couldn’t organize dinner to save their lives, Jerin came down from his bedroom to take control of the kitchen. Heria had only one pot on the stove, just breaking into a boil. It contained peeled and sliced potatoes. The youngest were divided between raiding the pantry and peering in at the goose, trying to decide if it was done.
    ‘‘Is that enough potatoes?’’ Heria asked, chasing girls out of the pantry.
    Jerin dodged the little girls to consider what they had on hand for dinner. ‘‘How many are in Princess Rennsellaer’s party?’’
    ‘‘Fifteen. Ten privates, two lieutenants, a captain, and the two princesses,’’ Heria reported. ‘‘All of the guard are fathered out of the military cribs—Order of the Sword tattoos range from second generation to sixth. One of the privates is sister to the younger lieutenant; otherwise, there are no other sibling pairs. All but Princess Odelia are currently armed with a pistol, a brace of knives, and a saber. They also have standard-issue rifles and bayonets, but those are geared with their personal items upstairs.’’
    ‘‘They each have a hundred rounds of rifle ammunition, and only fifty rounds of pistol ammo.’’ Blush’s tone indicated she thought it was a paltry supply. ‘‘They have 30
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    no food supplies nor grain. Each woman has a personal purse, totaling sixty-seven crowns, eighty-six gils, and fifteen quince between them, but they’re not carrying a cashbox.’’
    ‘‘Blush!’’ Jerin hissed in surprise. ‘‘You didn’t search their gear?’’
    Blush looked at him with surprise and hurt. ‘‘They won’t be able to tell.’’
    Leia, who was younger than Blush by an hour, and twin-close as a result, added in, ‘‘Princess Rennsellaer has a royal seal in her traveling desk, and Captain Tern has hers secured against spies.’’
    It was difficult to tell which desk created the most interest. Immediately plans were laid for a series of reconnaissance missions to see said