Rowenna looks at the floor. She looks at the ceiling. Her expression turns black. Clearly she is troubled.
“There is a universal law of this land. It is hospitality. Even when my father lay on his apparent death bed he would raise himself to welcome guests to himself. When hospitality is taken it is a reciprocal arrangement. When you take hospitality you must respect it in turn.”
“When I became lost Sir Idres provides everything. The finest healers, search parties to find my horse and its associated wedding gifts, food and lodgings, even respecting my wishes that my father did not know the fate that befell us.”
She bites her lip.
“Sir Idres made a pledge that such hospitality would be extended until the horse was found.”
“Until the horse was found.”
“He will not give me another horse because he is adamant mine will be found. He does not want me arriving for a paupers wedding, devoid of a dowry.”
“I cannot leave without bringing disrespect on my family and his.”