"Of course." Josh says, hoping that's true. He doesn't know why they're going this way. It makes no sense. There's no hurry, right?

If she's any good at woodscraft, she'll see it. A broken twig here, a scratching on the bark there. A twisted leaf pointing in the correct direction.

Josh is hopeless in the woods, hates camping out. Give him a city and an inn, and he's a happy man. His husband likes going on hunting trips, but that's what he's got his brother for. Josh? Stays behind and wishes them well.

When they come out on the killing fields surrounding the castle, there's a runner at the gate waiting. He takes off for the castle to tell them the Prince is coming.