Before long, he heard muffled hoofbeats from behind. Lan spun as he saw the three men riding behind him. Lan pulled Mandarb to a halt, teeth gritted. “I’m not raising the Golden Crane!” “We didn’t say you were,” Nazar said. The three parted around him again, riding past. Lan kicked Mandarb forward, riding up to them. “Then stop following me.” “Last I checked, we were ahead of you,” Andere said. “You turned this way after me,” Lan accused. “You don’t own the roads, Lan Mandragoran,” Andere said.
