They found an inn.
It was not a palace and it was not a war tent and it was not anything that Kaelis would have chosen for the circumstance if he had been conscious to choose, which he was not, which was the entire problem. It was three miles from the field, in a town that had spent the day hearing the distant sounds of a war and was now processing the arrival of its aftermath with the specific stunned hospitality of people who had not expected to be part of history and were doing their best with the reality of having become part of it anyway.
The innkeeper gave them the largest room.
He did not ask questions. He looked at the king being carried by Raven and two soldiers and he looked at the consort walking beside them with three injuries and the expression of a woman whose face had made a decision about what it was going to do and had not been consulted about whether the decision was sustainable, and he gave them the largest room and sent for the physician and got out of the way.
