Before he took his position, Tyghan walked over to August, who was nibbling on the low branch of a hawthorn tree. August startled, sensing Tyghan’s approach even if he couldn’t see him. “You useless bag of dog bones,” Tyghan whispered close to his silky muzzle. “You betray me for an apple?” August replied with a guilty snort. “You will take her straight back to the palace, no matter what she tells you. Do you understand?”
